White Month

You accidentally meet the best people, accidentally save someone, accidentally fall in love.
It's a matter of seconds, imperceptible moments, outbursts of emotions, sudden feelings. There is meaning in every step you take, the delay at the door, the chosen subway car, the entrance and the look.

Everything will change tomorrow. And tomorrow won't come. Never. You wake up every morning and come today. Tomorrow doesn't exist. Therefore, few people change their lives. Everyone hopes for tomorrow. And you need to hope for now.

No matter how hard you try to explain your world to someone, only those who are "of the same blood" with us will understand it. The rest have turned its entire meaning upside down, without understanding or accepting anything in it. Don't worry. You just need to go always to your own.

Everyone chooses their own color in life. Some are sunny yellow, some are overcast gray, and some are depressingly black. Each of us is responsible for his own choice, and each of us himself lives in his own color-light.