We came to this world... For what? To have fun! We didn't come here to harass other people, we came here to love them... But since everyone of us has some horrible experiences with others one may come to the conclusion that there is no hope for someone... that will always be bad... I will always live in poverty... and so on...

Here is my story... from my childhood I was in books. I was actually not interested in the outside world. My younger sister was playing with boys outside in the the yard - since we were the only girls in the neighbourhood... and I was reading, reading... I read all books for children in our little town. But since I read all of them, librarian gave me to read books for adults. And she was asking my mother if I am actually reading this books... No, I just like them to have in my room.  For me, when I was a child the outside world was hostile and actually boring thing, I mean...people... Till I was twelve and my body begin to transform and I start to look for boys and having this story in my mind... Oh... I am so beautiful and I am looking for a prince... This is such a lie! This is such an illusion which almost everyone of us has in our head... 

There is this girl and she had some relationships... I mean one relationship, the others were just dreamed ones, expected, nevere happened. And she finished this school, find a job, meets this guy who is looking like a prince... She gets pregnant, they got married, they got a flat... she gets pregnant again... Her husband prince is going to study to get a better job 1000 km away from her, for five years... She is alone with two girls, working, he comes for summer vacations and for new year. This is going on for five years. She is extremelly unhappy and feels lonely. Very beautiful, whole town is in love with her, she is working in a shop, where everyone is walking by. Some men just came in a shop in order to see her. She is surrounded with so many potential lovers... When she comes home, she is talking alloud: "What I am gonna do... I will divorce, I will divorce.."... One kid (this was me) took it seriously and didn't know how to understand it... and not just understand - how to help her own beloved mother. Oh... my father is bad, that's why she is crying. So... the kid thought... Ok, I will be unhappy to in order to help my mother!  ... To make the long story short... He comes back... But she is again complaining! Why do you have to work so much... Why you are always late for lunch... And kid is going... aha... That is love... You have to complain! Whatever... when the kid was 14, they moved to big city.... She got a job in a bank, he was doing the same job in different towns... She was allways complaining that he is late for lunch... They never went anywhere... oh... they went once per year in their millitarry home for celebrating new year or whatever... Tito died in 1980... Yugoslavia died in 1991... My father died in 1998... and she is still having this feeling that she is waitning for a prince and is going on his grave - and has to force herself to put a tear ot... oh, I am so unhappy - my prince is dead!  But in this grave is nobody since I resurrected him. I told her... he is coming back, do you want to accept him? And she was closing her ears and screaming, she doesn't want to hear it. She just want to be unhappy, that's she was programmed into.

She just is watching TV whole day, going into line to get a vaccine, taking pills, talk on a phone with her friends about who is going to marry and who died. Small talk which I could't stand from childhood. 

So... this is a life? Where is a prince? There is no prince! There is just constant life, constant stream which is going on and on and on...  and you need to go with a flow and find a way to calm yourself when things are going rough. So, you calm yourself. Good. Here is next problem. Solve it. That's growth. That's life.