The love forgot our names - Helen Polishuk Blog

The thought with which I wanted to share today does not leave me last time.

You, probably, felt, how short-term the state of happiness?
This second feeling of euphoria and bliss
This is a unique state of complete ,, I ,,
I know I felt it all…..
I know it.
Especially those who are older….
It happens like in your life … you just felt loved, happy …
You feeling at the top with open hands, heart, soul …,, look, people, I’m happy !!!,,
And then …- oops..and you down …. you are at the bottom …
And everything must again … collect by fragments, complain about black, bad days ….
And then, when there are many, often, having accumulated all the forces, you raising … and no again, not again there …. at the wrong time …you down….down

Then comes the stupid ,, tired ,,,,, why? ,,
If everything is okay?
Then gathering all of yourself … silently … waiting for the moment to come out, jump out of bad luck … to rise.

Rise from the bottom to again get the euphoric state of happiness, but already hiding from all……………………………………………………………………….

Every artist or writer is one for me……the same…
His name is creator
For each creator in the period of suffering or trials that have befallen him, comes the time for self-expression .
No, these are not obscene expressions or anger or screams.
Rather, it is a rigid description of the situation and a rigid description of oneself in this situation.
Therefore, my recent blogs are devoted to the rapid destruction that occurs in my beloved city, country, and among people like me.

This has partly affected me, I have been living very little in it lately.
It was hurt by this visit to Ukraine, and there is no point in hiding my eyes.
I hate the attitude of wealthy robbed people to their own citizens.
I understand that it is their fear of losing everything and their precarious situation.
I hate the attitude of the poor to any innovations.
These are big losses and very difficult and difficult work on impenetrable consciousness.
It is a payment for our (I speak about the generation of people in my age) nonsense, for mistakes, for patience and for detachment from solving problems.
Old people are ahead of us
Old people ate us with anger, distrust and curses.
I agree, unfortunately, with them completely.
Instead of my old grandmother sitting at home, waiting for her grandchildren, walking in the park and traveling to the seaside, she carries her cart and sells for pennies the last thing what she has from her garden.
I went to the flea market where they sell every little thing every Sunday.
How do you need to live and why you wash old soiled socks, sew them up and bring them to sell for a few hryvnias?
What fills and tests years and years…..I repeat….. for years !!! I will repeat for years !!! survive to come up with it….Ahhhhh….

And another ….. how is it necessary to have anger and hatred for everything in order ,to get out like a wolf in such a life to power and become a politician..
I do not ask you to tout me … no ….please!….
These are my next thoughts out loud after Sunday morning prayer…..

I love you. Thank you my parents for the opportunity to live and create.
I could only be born to them in my family….with love.
I thank every moment for the happiness to give … to give with my creativity, with all my charisma, with my vision …

Thank

Yours Helen