Жизнь - не игра, и с ней нельзя шутить

       Books possess their own distinct voices of authors. Just listen closely to
       them, and you'll find yourself face to face with them, soul to soul...            
       Книги имеют свои неповторимые голоса авторов. Только прислушайтесь к ним и
       вы окажетесь с ними лицом к лицу, душа к душе...



                To my sons... 
      



        Life's not a game, no restart awaits.
      

       Life's no mere game, no chance to reset,
       Life's no mere game, no jesting to beget.
       Life's a swift race, with pit-stops so rare,
       Refueling's scarce, podium's dimly there.

       Someday, from all, answers shall be sought,
       What for brethren's sake have you begot?
       Here on Earth, through ages untold,
       How have you shaped this world's mold?

       An opera of moments, each note, a choice,
       Resounds through time, in each heart's voice.
       With every stride, a legacy takes flight,
       Guiding the future through the blackest night.

       So let your deeds be the stanzas of your rhyme,
       In this fleeting existence, for a limited time.
       Embrace the challenge, let creation be your creed,
       For in life's grand composition, we all plant the seed.

2.

       Spreading bitterness comes with ease,
       Yet weaving bright images takes more expertise.
       Amidst the darkness, to kindle a hopeful gleam,
       Demands more endeavor, or so it may seem.

       Yet in this contrast, a choice is found,
       To shape the shadows or to paint light all around.
       In a world of chaos, where words can heal or harm,
       The path you choose can cause the heart to warm.

       Let's strive for radiance, let kindness be the art,
       For it's in these moments, we can mend the broken part.
       While negativity may linger and persist,
       Choosing positivity, we can truly coexist.


3.

                «You shall emerge as a conqueror.»

       «When all others falter, your emergence as a conqueror is not mere rhetoric; it encapsulates the testament of resilience and determination ingrained within the human essence. These words stand as a poignant reminder that even though defeat might inscribe its presence within certain chapters of history, it never scripts the finality of its conclusion. To us, the architects of our cosmic expanse, this adage extends a call to transcend adversities, navigate tempests, and emerge fortified with renewed vigor, sagacity, and triumph. This triumph is no serendipitous occurrence; rather, it materializes as a culmination of unwavering faith in the potency of the human spirit — a faith that forms the bedrock of our ascendancy.»


4.

                Keep your eyes on the sky, fam!

So, there's this dude, right? He's strutting down the block, all fly and fresh. He's vibing with his own swag, feeling like he's owning the whole hood. As he's walking, he spots a crew of black crows, posted up on the power lines.

His homie shouts, "Yo, watch out for them birds!"

The dude smirks, thinking he's too dope to worry. He tilts his chin up, flexes even harder, and goes, "Nah, man, I got this!"

But just as this player walks under those power lines, no lie – BAM! A crow drops a bomb right on his crispy hairdo.

His homie cracks up, pointing at his unlucky friend and saying, "Told you to keep an eye on them birds, right?"

The dude wipes himself off and mumbles, "Guess I should've listened... No cap!"

       Lesson learned: "Always look up when you're stepping out of the crib, and
                keep an eye on them damn birds, yo! They might drop a
                deuce on your slick dome, no lid!"


       Otherwise, I'll have to leave, and you won't make it to magic school...               


5.

                What does it mean to be a Russian person?

       I stand at the top of a hill overlooking the flowing Volga River. My eyes gaze upon vast beloved horizons. Inhaling the ether deeply, I savor this air. Above me, a free wind hovers, reflecting my essence and untamed spirit. The sun gazes down upon me from the sky. All I crave is to love and breathe, unburdened by external desires. I stand unyielding, steadfast in my Russian identity, resilient and unwavering until the end. My lineage, inherited from my father, bestows upon me the happiness of being a Russian, challenging the false expectations and conventions of this transient world. In my veins flows the great river of Russian blood. I am endowed with the blessings of my ancestors, guiding me to firmly oppose the disharmonious voices of the world, instead of seeking harmony. With utmost pride, I declare my Russian identity, defiantly challenging the contortions that have become societal norms. I strive for my own truth and justice for all, not for self-proclaimed elites. That is what it means to be Russian!
               
                I am Russian
   (In Russia, there must be Russian authority!)

In taut embrace, the bowstring sings,
Resonant notes in echoes bring,
And like a comet, swift and bright,
The arrow soars into boundless light.

To land it seeks a foreign ground,
Therein my steps shall soon be found,
Where happiness and love reside,
I'll claim them as my eternal guide.

This melody ascends, a celestial flight,
Summoning me to join its grand ballet,
Within, my heart ablaze, a beacon bright,
Guiding me homeward along life's pathway.

Where love and respiration intertwine,
No other craving stirs within my core,
Unyielding, unbroken, this soul of mine,
For I am Russian, forevermore.

Russian, I declare, defying convention's blight,
Russian, from paternal heritage I derive,
Russian, blessed by fate's serendipitous light,
Russian, to change the world I shall strive,
Russian, my essence, resolute and true,
Russian, a testament to all I do.
               

6.

           «The end of the line is just the beginning»
                «Конец пути - это только начало»

       At the end of the line, we often fear what we'll find: a void, a stop, a dead end, leaving us lost, alone, and penned. But what if the end is not the end, and we see it as a new bend, a turn that takes us on a new quest, a journey to put our fears to rest?
       The end of the line is just the start, of a brand new chapter in our heart, a chance to leave behind what's past, and make new memories that will last.
       The end of the line is a threshold to cross a gateway to realms yet unseen for every end, there's a gain or a loss and a chance to renew what has been.
       For every end is a new beginning, a chance to find new meaning, to live our lives with hope and grace, and embrace the journey we must face. So let us not fear the end of the line, but instead, embrace it as a sign, that there are always new roads to travel and new adventures to unravel.


7.

                Luke Skywalker

       «Cherish always the ties with your Father. In this existence, one way or another, everyone
will screw you over: wife, mistresses, friends, and even your superiors. Such is the path, Mandalorian. Only the Father will eternally remain on your side, unwavering as the Moon in the sky». Luke Skywalker pressed a lever and dissolved into the starry mist...      



Recorded  following a discourse with Marcus Aurelius by Vladmir Angelblazer,
                28.08.2023