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Life is like chocolate: Sometimes in a black color, sometimes a white color and sometimes not in any kind of color. There isn't a proper way to avoid life because there are days which surprise you, and it does not matter what you do, if you want it to be so or not.

You can maybe decide one day to look at life as if they were white full chocolate, filled with purity and proportions. Filled with sweet memories of different times, filled with huge nostalgy that her sweet sense only leavesyou a passion for more to come. Even if it ends, the taste of white chocolate as an analogy for life sometimes brings you to get so hooked on the good taste that it leaves in your mouth and it makes you not to be so complete within yourself and you always wan to come back for more, nore sweet memories, more funny experiences that does not explain anything in life and never will. This is the thing that brings fun the white chocolate, this purity is comprehensive when you bite your first tiny piece of chocolate that is  worth everything, also the knowledge that this taste won't return for a very long  time. Maybe this is why the white chocolate is so rare, because if someone will do a survey, as wide as it can be, most people won't hold white, good chocolate, at home, maybe only the exclusive in which.

You can maybe decide one day to look at life as if they were black, bitterish thick chocolate, full with scrabbled feelings that hadn't decided for themselves how they are supposed to influence the person that eats it. Maybe the target of the bitterish chocolate is to show that also dares exited sweet, also that when and where there is bad there supposed to be good, also when the taste of life is bitterish there will always be a light in the edge of the tunnel that will come and leave a taste of palatability, bitter indeed but yet thick palatability and tick sweetness. The taste of the black chocolate as allegory for life at times leads you to believe that it doesn't matter what life brings you, doesn't matter how sad you feel and how many bad memoirs and innocent memories we had as children, in other words – it doesn't matter what passes  the bitterish taste will change everything, in his special way, by taking all the bad memoirs, painting them in a cacao color, giving them a personal touch (maybe that also bad and also good as one will leave in harmony), and the most  important is also the comprehension that it doesn't matter what fate/future/thouch of GOD, before all of the above lies the bitterish, as a bitter king  that all his knowledge brings him to know what to do in order to change history, also the one that hadn't stopped happening.

You can maybe decide one day to watch life as if they were normal chocolate and  not as black or white, not as bad or good, only as chocolate, like one which hand you pave and spin your way a circuit of life, like this that come to sweep you forward when you are sad, as one that even whaen you are in an ecstasy of life or in the most happy moment of the present he will come and show you that always life could be more sweet, that there is no thing as too many or too less to the extreme, always will be an influence, that changes fate, that will show that even the saddest sadness has a foe, because after all what is possible to expect is the possibility of difference from the rest. Reminds a bit of the story of the coca cola beverage, against him arose competitors along the years such as Pepsi, rc, or even crystal, like that also the chocolate, it doesn't matter who the enemy that arises to stand against him, the normal chocolate is a winner forever, hard at all that stand against him, he is too much famous, his carried taste in in every persons mouth can not be forgotten. Just like that is the brown chocolate that ticks, as allegory for life, he's always there always will be, a king.

If a person decides to collect memoirs just like he collects ants, then maybe also so the chocolate, sometimes the memoirs are sweet and pure clear as a first rain in the morning of first winter or in the beginning of fall. sometimes they are bitterish and strawy day and not always clear what is their target, to bother and to oppress or to arouse and to hurl. sometimes the memoirs are also normal, like all of them, the carried taste is as always, the taste of chocolate, there is not a singularity but also there is no disappointment.

Then what do you prefer, days of white chocolate, days of black chocolate or days regular chocolate? Or  perhaps you don't even like chocolate

 Since flight oshianik 815 crashed many things changed in the world. genre of the progressive mystery was born. We learned that the rules of nature does not apply on huge productions in television. Figures that were considered steady caught a wave of film makers asses and were killed one after the other. Nothing can be done, that is the way it is by the superpowers of rating, the production is allowed to do everything in order to cause the TV addict to get addicted a little more. In a business like show business the plot is supposed to even more false, more dumb, more vague, everything is bcause j.j.abraam's decided to stretch the carriage of his gold a little more. Willfully good, but this is not always enough.

Lost 4^th season ended and brought with it great disarray to the admirers much more than explanations. In the end of the season we understood that it's still vague from where this island appeared, who discovered it, why miracles and curses happen's there. But we succeeded to detect that it is situated in a vicious struggle of control for many years.

benjamin Lions from the second season up 'till now served us an image of the ultimate harp, manages people and plan skims, remind's a bit Snape's charrcater from the Harry Potter collection, we thought that if there are 'others' that come to be bad they will be not as bad as we thought we we discovered that they to have bad people on their tale.  and they are much more cruel from what that we thought that bad was supposed to be. Remember Penelopi Widmore, Desmond's love that hadn't stopped seeking him all this time? Remember her father? Turn Outs he and ben quarrel between themselves about the issue of the island for many years, from the 70's to be more accurat. Vague who was there first, we only know that they are playing a cat-mouse king of game for years.

In the present season Charles Widmore ordered his soldiers to kill the girl (the adopted girl) of Lions, in response ben informed him that in return he will kill his daughter Penelopi. It is clear that it's still vague who stood in the head program of the  dharma initiative, who are the freedom fighters that fight on behalf of the island rights and who those that only want to subjugate his forces. Vague why kate, sawyer and Jack are triangle inlove and everything in the disarray of past, present and future unorganized. All this series begins to seem as if someone took the scenario ten seasons forward and then decided to scramble the pages. Saied is ben's serial killer, he also married Nadia, his Iraqi lifetime love that he himself once helped torture, but also she was murdered. Claire is actually jack's adopted sister, she also abandoned Arin the baby in the thickness of the forest and went to reside with her father in the shanty of G'ikob, that we still don't know if he's GOD or not (reminds a bit the stories of the bible). Gin and Michael were on the vessel that exploded. San, kate, Jack, Arin, Hugo and said traveled to Mombasa and then home and then started to think about how to return to the island. Desmond and penelopi stayed together on the vessel. Lock went to help ben move the island backwards and forward and then suddenly he is in a coffin in the future.

We were told that there will be exactly two more seasons and then it'll finish, I don't believe them, they threw too many cards that even they can not differentiate what is the past, what's the future and what's the present.

There is a few types of necessity's that bring us to clean the house in the compulsory way every year on arrival of the spring.

The first necessity is the feeling of tradition that whispers in our brain: "clean the house, this is what every Jewish person does and suppose to be doing from the beginning of time".

The second necessity is the sense of disgust from all the dishes (being covered in dust) that remained in the sink during the last year, smelling with an awful outer, this thing is non kosher, especially with the smell of vinegar and terrible aroma, particularly if the night of the order (pesah) arrives.

The third necessity is the happiness that approaches, in light of the fact that these periods of life are the only times that the refrigerator is actually filled with food and that there will be something different in the freezer besides a frozen pita bread. This thing gives us a little desire to contribute something back in return, and everything by in the ambience of the holiday.

The fourth and last necessity is due to the fact that you need to clean the house once in a while and if you're always giving yourself excuses then the fact that the holiday arrives is an optimal excuse to cease sitting on the bottom and maybe at least buy a broom.

There are people that like speaking nonsense, there are those that mean so and there are those that the nonsense speak on there behalf. 

For Me personally, I've been fed up by all the intellect crap that any person, male or female, issues to himself as a mask only due to that this is the only way they could deal with life, in the form of lies and cheats, mendacity or fantasies.

If I could cause the liars to expose their faces and to cease playing games I would do so, but unfortunately a liar remains a liar, impossible to know, maybe I am lying right here and right now, can someone prove this differently?