My story is somewhat unusual, and i want to start it with a small deviation. most people have a favorite spot on earth is where they at least once in his life had been, and they really liked it. many will say that the way it is, but what else? from the point of view of logic it is true, but, it is the other way. about this "different" and i'm going to speak briefly. my favorite place on earth is the place where i never was. this kailas. why, now i will try to explain. many people tend to travel to different interesting (from the point of view of a particular person). all such trips are united by some criteria man chooses where to go. but, not always. sometimes a certain place on the earth itself chooses a person and begins to draw to themselves.мой рассказ будет несколько необычным, и начну я его с небольшого отступления. у большинства людей любимым местом на земле есть то, где они хотя бы раз в своей жизни побывали, и им там понравилось. многие скажут, что так оно и есть, а как же иначе? с точки зрения логики всё верно, но… но, бывает и по-другому. о этом «по-другому» я и собираюсь вам вкратце рассказать. моим любимым местом на земле как раз и есть то место, где я никогда не был. это кайлас. почему так, сейчас попытаюсь объяснить. многим людям свойственно путешествовать по разным интересным (с точки зрения конкретного человека) местам. все подобные путешествия объединяет одно — по каким-либо критериям человек сам выбирает, куда ему поехать. но, так бывает не всегда. иногда определённое место на земле само выбирает человека и начинает его притягивать к себе.
Interesting phrase "The best day in life". Never I applied it to myself, I won't tell that I consider and I perceive every day as the best in life, but also I won't remember the worst days in life too. Every day such what he has to be. Every day reflects what we think of also that what we are. Still it seems to me that the person who has called some of the lived days the best – alive has buried himself. He has decided in advance that he in life won't have the best any more and it is sad.
I will just tell one of the most high points of life trip with parents by car. It is fascinating and dangerous as we overcame distance in 5 000 kilometers. In that case there is no guarantee that you will safely reach the destination. But as during trips my father drives, I am quiet though he also loves high-speed driving, his style of driving very sure therefore to me it isn't terrible, and on the contrary to horror cheerfully. But after all there are moments when adrenaline shoots at the head. For me there is nothing better than it. It abruptly to sit on back sitting, to look around on magnificent landscapes, and at the same time, having dressed earphones, to listen to so magnificent music! Then you understands on how many the world surrounding you can be beautiful, and music strengthens this effect in a set of times. At such moments I test happiness. Thanks to my parents.
But nevertheless I think that you shouldn't spend time for considering of that how many days in life were cheerful, and what not really. And to a depression not far. I like to live here and now. Not my prerogative to think of the past, but it doesn't mean that I don't draw conclusions and I don't study on the mistakes. Of course, in usual life it is necessary to be able to enjoy results in achievement of the objectives, to remember them and to remind itself of them, especially when it seems that there is no exit from the deadlock. At the same time you shouldn't live only what is already reached, and to move forward, take new boundaries, always to aspire constantly to new, overcoming itself. And what difficulties wouldn't get of you in the way, know that eventually all surmountably and then comes over time feeling of happiness that you have coped.
Interesting phrase "The best day in life". Never I applied it to myself, I won't tell that I consider and I perceive every day as the best in life, but also I won't remember the worst days in life too. Every day such what he has to be. Every day reflects what we think of also that what we are. Still it seems to me that the person who has called some of the lived days the best – alive has buried himself. He has decided in advance that he in life won't have the best any more and it is sad.
I will just tell one of the most high points of life trip with parents by car. It is fascinating and dangerous as we overcame distance in 5 000 kilometers. In that case there is no guarantee that you will safely reach the destination. But as during trips my father drives, I am quiet though he also loves high-speed driving, his style of driving very sure therefore to me it isn't terrible, and on the contrary to horror cheerfully. But after all there are moments when adrenaline shoots at the head. For me there is nothing better than it. It abruptly to sit on back sitting, to look around on magnificent landscapes, and at the same time, having dressed earphones, to listen to so magnificent music! Then you understands on how many the world surrounding you can be beautiful, and music strengthens this effect in a set of times. At such moments I test happiness. Thanks to my parents.
But nevertheless I think that you shouldn't spend time for considering of that how many days in life were cheerful, and what not really. And to a depression not far. I like to live here and now. Not my prerogative to think of the past, but it doesn't mean that I don't draw conclusions and I don't study on the mistakes. Of course, in usual life it is necessary to be able to enjoy results in achievement of the objectives, to remember them and to remind itself of them, especially when it seems that there is no exit from the deadlock. At the same time you shouldn't live only what is already reached, and to move forward, take new boundaries, always to aspire constantly to new, overcoming itself. And what difficulties wouldn't get of you in the way, know that eventually all surmountably and then comes over time feeling of happiness that you have coped.