Снова в моей голове всплыли банальности. Так всегда...

Again banalities surfaced in my head. This always happens when I watch a movie, more likely related to Arthouse. This time it was not even one film, many completely different topics. The brain is boiling, emotions are seething. The sensations are amazing, although not the most pleasant. And so about the commonplace ...

Throughout life, we intersect with many other people, if you imagine, then this is simply unbelievable. Not surprisingly, of course, but personally this number amazes me. Some fly by, we don’t even remember about them, these are the ghosts of our memories. Someone enters our life forever or by itself will always be in it, these are our family and close friends. Yes, of course it happens that you have to part with one of them, but your lives are already connected. And there are people with whom you met and you know that your paths will diverge, and most often they diverge, although it all depends, of course, on ourselves. It’s good if your life paths go in parallel, and maybe once a year, maybe more often, maybe less, you will be able to talk, meet, because these people, not strangers, will exist for you.

But another situation is possible. Just imagine that once again your path introduced you to a person, and you even thought that most likely this is the person who will enter your life and somehow remain in it, so as not to happen. But ... But it turns out so, for a thousand different reasons, that your paths will apparently diverge. Actually, it doesn’t matter why, all people are different, someone is afraid to open up, someone is afraid of disappointment, often all kinds of external factors interfere, for example, the person’s past or even his present. And you understand that having already let this person into your life you can’t imagine what your life would be like without him. But your paths diverge, sometimes sharply, sometimes even more painfully gradually, and this person takes with him a part of you, a part of your life - you become different. On the one hand, you can even understand that this is probably for the best, and moreover, you almost survived it, but something still remains. Something torments you, not much when you remember, but it torments you.

And every time we get burned, we understand that now it’s just someone we knew ... Someone from the past.
...
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
...
(from Gotya - Somebody That I Used to Know)

And you continue to live like this, each time you create yourself a new little life, start all over again. And people all appear and disappear, someone sweeps past, someone stays, someone destroys your life and disappears. And you are building everything, and we cannot give up, because we want to live so that more people remain in our life. Each time we get a new scar, we go the same way and get a different one - it is amazing how people accept such a life with all the pain it brings to them. This is really something incredible, just imagine!