...Now it is my first blog's experience...My hands are already scratching!

It's getting harder and harder to keep yourself conciliatory and serene in our mad days. For example, let's present a white collars's bland working day on Friday - the scaring universe of  rushing chickens!Or vast queue at the shopping mall, hospital, cloakroom - the real torture for us. Thats why scowling faces, abuses are incurred. How can we solve this unavoidable condition?
I have sought for apt response in my  adorable writer Filatov's  poem. From anywhere we hear such phrases how "Grab the spoon!", "Go get them!", "The time is the money"...We are always pushed for time. I definite this term - despairing victims of wealth's  pursuit. Everybody forget about certain life's purport. Exhausted workaholics don't have a time to entertain, to spend this with soul mates, support relatives... No doubt people worth to live with getting pleasure of each trifle!... Oh, in addition, Doomsday.......Jk)
I wish all to create own placid worlds! It's priceless art! Don't lose your chance!