Sometimes I feel like I am living in my own world, not caring what is out there and after that I feel guilty. You know ? At a time, I couldn't enjoy anything for myself just because I thought it was silly to enjoy little things, it would be selfish to be happy if there was anybody sad out there. Now I think I was sick at that time and I know it wasn't my fault to feel like that. I had been raised during war and had seen people die and of course the theme of country was the angel of death ! Yes, I remember that wearing gray socks was forbidden at school because gray was kind of white and white could attract men So, we had to wear just navy, dark brown and black ! And that's another reason for me to hate dark colors now ... Anyway, we were forced to not think of anything happy or exciting. At that time, I thought to never have a child, because I thought it wouldn't be fair to have a child if there was a child out there who didn't have anybody as family.....
But now, I think if I can't do anything to change the world, why do I have to ruin my own world ? I enjoy my sons' happiness. I laugh with them when they laugh and feel like the luckiest woman in the world when I go for a little walk with my husband holding our sons' little hands. This is my world now, simple but beautiful and I am not going to exchange it with anything else.