Decease… Death… Die…

Mood is the condition of your soul or just feeling of the surrounding events. What’s this? Who can tell? Why are some people cheerful and full of joy when it is raining and others are feeling emptiness and almost ready to cry? What is going on and why we are so different in our emotions and expressions of our states? Nobody knows…

Does mood change when we are adults already and we have a lot of experience and we know how to manage the changes in our lives? I consider that NO. Age does not matter. Weather, people, colors, feelings, food, emotions matter.

How can all this matter if you can control your inner “I”? Well, it surely can. It can change your point of view, it can influence your sensations, it can abstract you from something or, on the contrary, it can absorb your entirely and you can’t even imagine what is going on with your consciousness.

We often realize that we have been changed under the pressure of some circumstances and we cannot be the same anymore, we are different now and this notion is forever. Moreover, this is not a nonsense! We are becoming smarter and somebody even wiser…

Nature’s philosophy

Wrapped in a thick fog

Where the whisper was heard from afar.

It was heard only the monolog

That rose from the evening star.

The whole garden was drowning in yellow,

But he so wanted to remain untouched,

He suffered, he yelled to the fellows

But everyone was apathetic so much.

This is how nature has fun.

How boring is her monotony,

However, we still have a long run

And we should understand philosophy.

Author of the poem: Anastasiia Shliakhova