Dima in Sri Lanka

“Scorched fields, women in bright saris and squat houses buried in palm trees, pungent smells of incense and fish, gingerbread temples and dusty, shaggy peasants sitting in loincloths along the road. Boxes of fruits in the morning and stars at night, casual hugs and ruins of colonial buildings, mysterious smiles and a whole bag of unfulfilled expectations.

All this flashed by, all this should be left behind - there is a ticket to Moscow, there is a new old plan, it is worth following.

I really loved my plans, but in those plans I lost love.

I had a clear idea of ​​what should happen tomorrow, in a week or in a year. Many times my plans came to fruition. I was diligent but I did not appreciate plans working out and I was very angry when something didn’t. I busily scheduled the days, trying to find maximum efficiency. I was angry at the imperfections.

Only after everything was gone, I realized that I had lost something really important - love in life and not in plans.”