How little you know about happiness, you comfortable people.

Happiness depends on ourselves, simple as that. OK. You didn’t get it. Say it again. And again. And again. You’ll get it eventually. I’ll never understand, why we want to be so much loved if we are not able to love ourselves enough to be happy. I’ll never understand why do we think that we are not enough to live this life alone. There is a short answer, that no one wants to agree with. “You don’t love yourself”. Why people walking on this life feel broke, unhappy, disappointed, miserable, lonely? Why do they keep having this hope that there … Continue reading How little you know about happiness, you comfortable people.

To my fingers’symphony, or Piano’Soul.

There is such a piano epidemy that no one wants to talk about, just a few people survive. We don’t choose them, this mysterious instrument chooses us. Once is in your blood, your life is poised with a forever art, that can’t be healed. We all have a piano inside of our soul, but not all of us can go so deep and see. I met a Piano’s soul last night . I have this feeling that I met him in another life. My soul recognizes him. His fingers makes love with the piano. There is not need to be … Continue reading To my fingers’symphony, or Piano’Soul.