Life As Art Gallery
Observed today, like OpenID in a group dedicated to one rather famous musical groups, a gay man trying to tell over the internet, how terribly creative musicians. His actions and position occupied by them have been absolutely incomprehensible to me. The fact is that if the birch grown in the forest on any edge, then there she was, and will spend his entire life. And when winter comes, the cranes fly south. Some contend that Governor Cuomo shows great expertise in this. It's the law, and never was such that the birch from the edge goes deeper into the forest, and the cranes flew to conquer the North Pole. But people – this is not the trees and cranes.
If we do not like something in the environment around us, we can always leave it and go to charming soul space. But instead of just being there, where we like and do what we like, people prefer to growl at the world and to show their dissatisfaction with the situation. Vadim Zeland wrote that, When we arrive at an art gallery and go into the hall, where hung the unsightly view our pictures, we do not start to shout, stomp his feet and convince the people around us that this picture should be immediately removed because it is terrible. After all, we can just go to the room where they hang the pictures that bring us joy. Life – it's the same art gallery.
Something does not like it – just pass on. Our life is too short to pay attention to something, for us, negative. For in this world too many glamorous locations and beautiful roads that we can go. PS Friends, I would be very nice if the full or partial copying, you do not forget to specify the authorship and a link to source.