ThE LucKy ONeS

We all have been waiting whole our life. We have been waiting for the right moments,the right words, the right persons the chances and opportunities,a letter or a call. At the station we have even been waiting for the foreign people . We have been waiting for the inspiration to write or to create. We have benn waiting that the dreams will be fulfiled, the goals will be reached, the obstacles will be overcome.We are waiting still. We are waiting a special day, a special meeting.....
Those ones who have someone special to wait with are the lucky ones....

You stop counting the seconds when someone is waiting with you. Time looses it,s meaning and you start to enjoy each minute. It,s pleasant when someone hold your hand and say to you "Do not worry, everthing is going to be ok" and start walking with you, when someone help you to do each step on the way that takes you to your dreams. The past und future loose their importance and the only thing that have you is the joy of the moment, the feeling that you are not alone, that someone care of you, someone like your angel, a friend who shares the time, feelings, the moments, happiness and sadness, success und win. Probably the God has organised the meeting of you both, and once when you get him, you are not going to loose him or he is not going to leave you. And everything changes. And the happiness you find is simply but there are no suitable words to descreibe it. It can be only felt.

Johann

"It is not going to be a wonderful life with miracles and magic. Its going to be a life filled with thousands choices and changes.Of course changes are the basic stones that are used to build ourselves, but they can hurt you more than you can imagine.
It is not going to be easy. You should try to do your best. You should work hard when you want to achieve something in your Life. Of course in your way to yourself from time to time you will feel lost, but you can find the right way with your heart and not eyes. You are so naive now, but the life will teach you not to believe words but actions. You will learn that sometimes you must lost to get and sometimes you win when you lost. You will learn that it is no matter how hard you try, you will be always alone among the other people, but you can find surely some close souls.
Its not going to be that easy. You will not like everyone. You will understand that it is easier to forget and not to forgive..."
These words i have said to the best friend of the world. He answerd nothing. He smiled with his eyes and asked "Do you like my Name,the "Johann" name?. " Yes I do", answered I.

I can not exacttly descreibe what means my little friend to me. But I know he is the only one who cares of me among all these foreign people. His questions and the answers that he was trying to find at the start of his life make me understand that there is nothing important but the love of a child, because it is the most clean and sincer feeling that has benn discovered in this dirty world. He says always what he thinks and feels.He believes that he will find a gold Donkey to get from him so much Gold he will in order to make us rich. He believes in ghosts even if he should make some noises himself to prove that they do exist. He can be a lion, a snake and a knight. He is a doctor when the teddy is ill. He beileives that it is possible to find Jin,s lamp to fulfill our 3 wishes. He thinks when we find a ship, we cann be pirates and find treasures in an island. He has every day stories to tell and something new to show that he has discovered.

I do like to play with him. But most I like to talk to him.
Once he has said to me " I would like to be a Wizard"
"Why?" asked I
"Because I would like to order a plane every time I want.I want to fly with you to Armenian for a coffee

when you want to see your family. And I would like to come with though I do not understand the language."
"But I am with you. You do not need to worry" said I.
"Good" said he.
In the morning once he told me about the little Ghost that lived in our house.It "made noises and disturbed" us during the reading of the book.
He asked me "Are you scared".
"Yes, I am"
" I am with you.So you do not need to worry" said he.
"Good" said I.;)

A letter to Parents

Dear Parents,
I have never told you that I am very proud of you, becuase I think there are things that should not be said not to lose the meaning. But I am thankful for the things that you have taught to me. You have taught that:
1.The words can save the life, even if sometimes they means nothing. But do not believe the words.
2.When it is hard to breathe, it is a sign of the wrong enviroment. In this case the only thing that you should do, run in the forest und enjoy the green of the trees.
3.When a friend goes away, it is a decesion of you too.
4. When people lie, it means they are scared of not being

understood. But the problem is that lie has branches.
5. When you get introduced with someone, keep a little distance, because when you give him a chance to hurt you, he will do it.
6 After hard rain the sun shines always brighter.
7.When you wake up in the morning and you have nothing to do, take a book and read. Useless days make the life useless.
8.Its no important what people have, what they do, where they are, they get never pleased with the life.
9.The little hand, the light of eyes and the sweetest smile of a child can push away all the bad that your fate has prepared for you.
10 The life is mystery and you will never get the answers of some questions simply because they have none.
11. When you are tired and you cannot walk, just do your steps, but when you can not do it too, just take a bus.
12. The MOST is a teribble word.
13. When you feel alone, go for a walk and during it talk to yourself.
14.When you are kind to the people around you, the God will be kind to you too.
15.....
I keep all thess in me, because I have a part of you both. But a little part of me is built by the life itself and it whispers to me everytime the silencs breaks my soul "when you are too kind, people do everything to make a use of it"

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Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա ժամանակը...

Ժամանակի ընթացում հասկացա, որ ժամանակը վայրկյանների ամբողջություն է, որոնք ի վերջո մի օր անցնելու էին: Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ ամեն ինչ փոխվում էր.ժամանակը խլում էր, վերցնում, գողանում, բայց ի վերջո նաև տալիս էր: Ժամանակը քանդում էր՝ քեզ թողնելով այն, ինչ քոնն էր:Ոչ ոք չէր էլ փորձում պնդել, որ դա արդար չէր: Ժամանակը ծաղրում էր, բայց չէ որ մենք կրկեսում չէինք..
Ժամանակ էր պետք հասկանալու համար, որ միակ կարևորագույն վայրը այնտեղ էր, որտեղ մարդիկ էին, որոնց սիրում էիր:Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ սուրճը հաճելի էր խմել առավոտյան տանը ու երբ այն դառն էր, միևնույն է, չէր զգացվում.. Ժամանակ էր պետք հասկանալու համար, որ ամեն վայրկյան, որ ունեիր դեռ, շատ ավելի թանկ էր, քան այն ամենն ինչր կարող էր գնվել. ժամանակը չի գնվում: Ժամանակի ընթացքում սովորեցի գնահատել մարդկանց, որոնք ոչ միայն կողքիս էին, այլև ինձ հետ, իմ համար ու սովորեցի, ավելի ճիշտ փորձեցի լինել նրանց կողքին: Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ երբեմն փորձերն անհաջողության են մատնվում ու սովորեցի քայլել անհաջողությունների ճնշման բեռով: Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ ընկերներն երբեմն հեռանում են, երբեմն նույնիսկ ընդմիշտ, բայց թողնում են իրենցից ինչ որ մաս քո մեջ՝ ողջ մնացած կյանքիդ համար: Ժամանակի հետ անցնում են օրերը, շաբաթներն ու ամիսններն ու այն ամենը, ինչ մի ժամանակ կարևոր էր թվում, դառնում է անցյալի մի անկարևոր բաղադրիչ, որն ժամանակ առ ժամանակ պատահաբար հիշվում է կամ նույնիսկ մոռացվում:
Ժամանակի ընթացքում զգացի տարածությունը ու հասկացա: Գիտեի, որ տարածությունը երբեմն չափվում է մարդկանց հոգինների միջև հեռավորությամբ, բայց այն բոլոր փողոցները, քաղաքներն ու երկրները, որոնք ընկած էին ձեր միջև,բաժանելու էին:Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ ամպամած երկնքում աստղեր չէի գտնելու, ինչքան էլ փնտրեի ու ժամանակ էր պետք հասկանալու համար, որ մինչ ժամանակ էի վատնում փնտրտուքների վրա, ինչ-որ մեկը ինչ-որ այլ տեղ գուցե չէր էլ նկատում աստղալից երկնքի գոյությունը ու սովորեցի ապրել հիասթափությամբ.....
Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ այն ինր ունեի և այն ինչ կորցրել էի, եղել էր ինչ-որ որոշման արդյունք, իսկ երբեմն այդ որոշումը կայացվել էր այլոց կողմից:
Ժամանակի ընթացքում հասկացա, որ չեմ հասկանում.........

Lack of Words

"What problems have you?" asked the doctor.
"I am sick, doctor," said she," I have Lack of Words. I want to explain something, but I can not, because it seems to me that some words are missed ".
"I can not help you" said the doctor" It is a new typ of sickness and medicine can do nothing".
The tears appeared. She started crying , because she knew she could not stand it any more. She was so tired. She tried to go on living with this load, but she had been losing herself...
"Do not worry" said the doctor, " There is always hope. I have said medicine can do nothing, but you can. I write out a book for you"
She was surprised but said nothing, she took simply the book and went home. She had a great interest what kind of book it was, but the doctor had advised her to open the book first at 7:17 o,clock in the morning. She had to wait. She put the book on the desk near the window and started to look at it. It was already a little dark in the house, but she could still admire the colorful cover of the book. It was nothing wriiten on it. The day was taking away the last sunshines and she fall in a deep sleep.
She was woken up by the voice she hated most in the world: the voice of alarm. It was 7 oclock, so she had 17 minutes. She wanted to do nothing but waiting. She did not even turn on the light. She wanted simply to wait. Than the most awaited moment came. She wanted to turn on the light and to open the book, but at that moment the first sunshines of the day broke the room, as if they were bringing warm greetings specially for her. She opened the book. It was empty, empty white pages. Nothing is written. There is not even a sentence. She felt disappoinment, becaues for the first time in the life she hoped to get some kind of magic. She believed in that.
Some days, weeks and months passed, but the book stayed at the same place on the desk. She had probably forgotten about the existance of it, but the sickness got worse and worse day by day till one day.........
Later in a house I found a book.It had a colorful cover, but nothing was written on the cover.I opened it. The first sentences of the book were these here" People want to be understood because of it they waste the time on explanations, they look for words and they sill do not understand that the most beautifull fellings can not be descreibed. They post quotes and their own thoughts in social nets to show how clever they are and they still do not understand why, they share their photos to show how happy they are and still they do not understand that in the happiest moments in the life you have no time to make photos. They share the music they hear to show the sounds of their own souls but still they do not understand that the music of life can not be recorded."

I had never met her. I met once only the doctor and he told me about her.
"She has found it", said he.
"Has she found the missed words?", asked I
"No", answered he, she found a pen".

The Man that begs

There are people who make you think of Yourself, of your life and everything you have. They make you appreciate your days, the sun you see every day, the rain and even the dirty streets of your city. Probably you know them or you have met them one or two times. They do not tell you who they are, what they dream about, where they want to go, what they want to do in life and what they do in reality. They do not want from you anything but you can give and when you give anything, they try to smile, but you see only the tears in their eyes. You do not know what has happened, but you know it must be something terrible. It can not be just simple the matter of luckiness, becaues people who beg money by kneeling down have to see the great Pain than the others can not bear.
I met him by chance.He is probably 50 years old. He was in the street. It was cold. I did not notice if he wore warm coat. I noticed only the hands that hold ein cup with some coins and eyes filled with tears. I forget what i wanted to say to a friend, I forgot in that moment everything good that the life has. It changed something in me and I started to think how can people be happy, when someone suffer in the earth in this way.
I pray now for someone I do not know, I want him to find the way to the light, because no one worth to be in such darkness. It is so complicated. All we understand is the mirror of unfair life or we understand nothing.