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I'm losing what I don't deserve

Another page of the world is closed. He had intense gaze deep into the void of reality, seeing all the imperfections of it. But seeing wasn't enough for him.

Chester was a whole revolution. Showing its mud to the world was insufficient. He needed for changes, he was deeply insulted by the world's injustice. Every his text says: "This way, only, or no way at all". He wanted to change the world. The life is still not as he wanted, but he is definitely succeed. The world will never be the same again. And he had the great talent of expression. he was saying the truth rudely open, showed it naked and ugly. Sometimes it was like beating the world with the metaphores and melodies into its face. Looking attentively at his texts, it seems like whole his art was a row of attempts to find a perfect way to scream the truth to people so they ALL would be able to understand it at ONCE. A brave, almost impossible goal. But his songs grab so many hearts so the goal might be considered to be reached.

His stubborness changed the world but made him vulnerable. To create and sing the songs like that from the heart means constant inner suffering. He did not forgive the world, because that meant to give up for him. A strong, but really tragic role.

The voice like that might have no rest. He will be back once, definitely. Another time, another century, another body and path. But the voice of his own truth will be resonating with the same sharp hardness, touching the world to the deep of its madness. He gain much experience, gave his best to us and gone. Because every wave (and presence of every soul is a wave too) has its lowest and highest points. Now is the lowest one. As Chester Bennington, he'd done enough to leave a bright trace so we will be waiting for him next time. Some of us will recognize him.

Wish you have a light journey, Ches. 

Maybe next time we will deserve you again.

[feliciaalestro]

What is offence

       It is if someone hurts your deepest feelings, many of us say. When someone rudely touches your inner delicate area of heart, and it hurts. So many people just let it happen around every second of our life, leaving deepest wounds in our souls, especially when we are kids, weak and unprotected. They are the one who does the wrong thing to us, because their actions are obviously unpleasant. If they will act another way, the world would be much better.

But openly saying, is it really works that way?

Spin the reality - and the situation reverse. You are busy with your current work - so many things to do! You are focused, you remember that you have to accomplish it all today, tomorrow will be too late, for some reasons. You actively work on and on, and during all this mess someone around just asks you something. It seems to happen at a wrong time so much! And you just answering something. Just to give an answer at all, so as not to offend the asker. And getting back to your tasks.

The silence grows back, like the shadows, and you can notice that just after a few minutes, when it spreads around enough. You can miss that moment at all - depends on your personal alertness. You asks something and receives a cold respond. Or maybe nothing at all.

That's it. The offence.

"What is going on? What have I done wrong?"

That's right - you've touched the darkest, deepest places of your's asker's heart. He or she felt pain and got downhearted. This person had not enough inner strength to overcome this feeling, so the pain turned on you from his or her wound.

"But what for? I didn't want to hurt. I meant no offence!"

The situation meant. Both of you just needed that moment for some reason. As an assumption - you should realize that any task may wait a second, and him or her - not everyone around wants to hurt you with a disregard: sometimes people are busy with something of their own. What of the two truths is more important? Who is right? Both truths are right. And the person who grows at this moment, takes an insight, an intense feeling of discovery. If he or she feels enough bravery and power, this man may make a step for making up.

Who was wrong?

I assume, nobody was. Two persons just created a situation, and it happened. I wish you luck. I wish you to make up, to grow. The insight may heal your inner soul wounds.

I made this post for my husband. He is in the kitchen now, because we made a quarrel. He is feeling bad now. I want to heal his wounds, and some of my own. Maybe I will hug him within the minutes.

Make steps. Good luck.

[feliciaalestro]

What makes your perfume so special?

Isn't that amazingly simple: once you get a new perfume bottle into your hands and make just a single spray. A miracle, shock! The indulgence you feel is overwhelming. You spray this perfume on and on every day, it becomes your second skin or even alter ego - with deep involvement of emotions, of course, - the bottle becomes a treasure. You can forget to put on your sunglasses, or leave your home without a favourite jewelry, or even without a mobile phone (okay, the phone was a bit excessive imagination) - but missing your fragrance would be a real whole day long tragedy. It's more than addiction - it's your pulse, your tone and felicity! So what is it? And why sometimes all this miracle just gone in a moment, with whole its being? Any catch how to catch it?

That Smell:  when the past is not the past

Happiness and grief are the most intense feelings of our life. I mean, the deepest step of every our complex impression is inner sun or sorrow. Our body and mind, our reflexes grab these shards of experience and sublime it - for the future, the next happenings of our life. Our smelling makes its part perfectly. Have you ever been jumping into your 17th Burthday party, or first date, or wedding day - no matter was that the heaven of heavens or disaster - just feeling exactly That Smell? No limits - just pure emotions, bright images, absolute insight!

That happens because your mind warns you: you're close to the skyhigh, or your heart bottom. Extreme points are always a little death - the points where exactly ends old well-known you and new you borns - with whole your previous kind, but reformulated with shocking impulse. The nose reacts, remembering the fragrance you're breathing with that moment. This kind of memory has connection with visual details, so you can't stop seeing the same pictures every time you feel That Smell again. It's so hard to refresh it being "stricken" once! If you caught a happiness - you'll dream to buy a bottle of that magic air to resurrect it. If you got grief - you will avoid every wind smelling like that. Using smart words - it's an olfactive imprinting.

That's a strong reason for fragrance to become a favourite or outcast. Not a surprise if you get mad about a perfume you never gave any importance to but receive it as a gift from the man you fall in love with. Or if you start hating the perfume of a person who brought the news that someone you love died.

Growing out of the shoes

We may refuse to notice but every second we and the world around us change. New events, people, new places make us a bit another persons. Old life becomes boring, or insufficient, or even unpleasant. Old fragrances we were stuck to once start to seem too simple and childish, or too burial heavy and suffocative. It's like the old good shoes suddenly became too small or uncomfortably useless. One people try something new and may find a new Signature Fragrance, another ones keep being stuck to their previous choice. Being loyal is good, but be honest to yourself: is that worth to endure the smell you don't like anymore with your every single breath just to feel, for example, some stability? 

Most of the situations show that following your deepest calls and feelings brings you priceless experience. But every one of it says: the part that miraculously makes your perfume so special to you and other people around is... 

You. 

So meet yourself with open heart and grab new emotions wildly! And select every brilliant vision from ordinary gray routine.