Strange phrase.

In Russian we use a word "speak" as introduction when we are not assured of thought when we wish to tell a gossip which in practice can appear lie when we wish to make secure. The pier, is not my thought, I, can, in general with it do not agree, but "say" that it so. Who speaks, when and under what circumstances remains a riddle." Speak "and all here. Have substituted Nobody, have saved the face, have left a touch of uncertainty and a potential inaccuracy (a way to deviation in other words) and have expressed at the same time. To what I all it? To that this phrase does not inspire trust. I.e. all tell it, but anybody is not assured of it. At the same time, I do not have doubts that it is truthful. And, for 100 percent. Though, it seems to me that we a little not so perceive it. After all, telling it, the majority means that, say, ourselves can construct this happiness. It is a lie. In the world it is so much the accidents so much independent of us of factors which cannot be provided that our happiness depends on us only partially. Who gives a guarantee, what your favourite tomorrow not собъет the car, and your chief will not leave tomorrow, what will result as and in your dismissal? 

Anybody. 

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So at our happiness/misfortune it is a lot of smiths. And here the perception of world around depends only on us! Any difficult situation can psychologically kill us, and can seem is simple trouble. Any pleasant trifle can raise at us a smile and pleasure, and can leave us indifferent. Depends on us. Today I went from a parking to the car, and in ears the disk 100 Hits hard rock which was my companion in 11 class and at the first year sounded. And I was happy simply because of anything. To be simple to me it wanted happy and all. I have told to myself: "it is impossible to long under such music, it is impossible even to be simply indifferent." Do itself happy, learn to rejoice lives, to rejoice to each ray of the sun, each lovely nonsense, search for a positive in each drop of a gloomy October rain, in everyone глупосте world around. A life it is cheerful.