Over the years, you become careful about filling your inner space…
I no longer want to occupy a precious place with trophies of past love, dusty pennants of begged feelings, cracked statuettes of obsolete friendship…
And even medals for victories in senseless wars seem to witness their own shame, not valor.…
No junk, my friends…
Nothing unnecessary…
Do you appreciate cleanliness and simplicity…
You're saving the present…
You don't take the quantity…
You do not seek to surprise anyone, or drive them into envy…
You don't look at someone else's…
You don't change around the corner from one nonsense to another…
And you don't feel any need to be where you're not welcome.…
Hugging those who are cold…
Waiting for something that won't happen…
Everything is simple.

Author: Lilya Grad