Yesterday, to my great surprise and disbelief, I received a bit strange and unusual proposal from one of the international language schools, that is - an one year travel to the United States was offered to me. Twelve months in fabulous California. The Sun, beach, ocean, relaxation, touring, and in addition language course ending with the certificate appreciated at the best world universities. New experiences, new friendships, new horizons, everything new... American dream which is...
Maybe it's something human, maybe no, maybe it's something normal, and maybe abnormal... At least it's likely that more often or more rarely is meeting everyone... Today... It caught me. And really, it's not something pleasant - is able to lead to tears. Pure, overfilled with emotions and pain tears. Gallons of tears. And I don't know what's worse: these really helpless questions: "For what? Why? For what do I exist? Who I actually am?...
Past, for one is simply a past time, for other something beautiful to what have a sentimental attachment, whereas for other is the nightmare which is coming back at nights, doesn't let lightly look ahead. There are also people which from various reasons still are coming back to this past, are attached like with ropes, chained like with shackles, thinking about it and aren't able to break free ahead. In every case so: stop! Unimportant...
Not understood. Ridiculed. Simply unknown. Nostalgia. However... No, it's not an evil. No, it's nothing strange. No, it's not cosmos. And no, it's not illness.Although frequent - confusing with depression is unfair and wounding. Depression is illness requiring healing by the psychiatrist and the psychologist, however the nostalgia doesn't require the healing, and is something completely normal, condition, emotion, sign of the emotional richness. Although it's used synonymously, a nostalgia isn't also melancholy which is...