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18.01.2011

I am 40. It's my Point of no Return. It's a maturity on my calendar.
I am a mature person with my outlook and concept of life.
I am free from unnecessary illusions and another's opinions. I know that I want, and I know that I do not want.
I have a choice and it mine.
I know value of creativity. I have possibility to work how I understand it and I feel it, without looking back at
tendencies art-business.
I do not catch mirages because I know my way.
I do not owe anything to anybody and it makes me free.
I still want and can think. I do not know what is depression, because I have faith in God.
I am glad that I can repeat my words which I told 17 years back: "He has surrendered, because he have had no belief," though now I wouldn't began to condemn him, because I know this ruthless world of evil.
My talent is my diamond of the first water which can't be taken away and which gives me dividends more than money all world.
My future is in God hands, therefore I am quiet...
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