Yeah, eight months since I posted my last _journal_ here, and a lot of things happened in this time. As I look back now, seems quite more than just eight months.

Life showed quite a lot of colorfulness in this relatively short period of time, and I once again realize how time is flowing, and how I can't control everything, and how I can't understand everything - and most important - how I can't predict anything. It's nice beginning of a lesson, in which I started to learn, how to follow those _mysterious_ - intuitive hints, of life - those spontaneous moments, which are full of meaning. How to follow them, instead of smashing them, with my hand of expectations.

After all, I think, life is quite like art - real art. Life must be guided by something more, something else, than just pure understanding and logic. Must be subjected to something else, than just regulations, than just standards and conventionalism. It has its own flow, separate of our believes, our expectation, separate of expectations of our society, separate of any predictions.
    It's truly beautiful.

{( Just as I finished writing this, moment before i wanted to click "Submit", my PC restarted, and I thought: "what a prove of my point, about this mysterious life", as I was sure my work was lost - Firefox (browser) surprised me, and restore everything I wrote. *Indeed, what a mysterious life, what a beautiful thing it is.* )}