It's always good to have friends. It is not fun to be alone. The key to friendships is tolerance. You have to tolerate different kinds of people. You have to stay calm when somebody teases you. I mean, don't fight with anybody. Everything can be solved by a nice chit chat. The teaser can be deep down inside a nice guy. You might end up as friends.
So, my advice is; tolerate all kinds of people, don't raise up your fists just to prove that you're tough. That's not important in a good friendship.

We all share the same world,but at the same time each one of us lives in a separate microworld.There are many things we believe in which are considered weird,strange or even lunatic to others,but we except them as the sacred truth!This is why there come moments in our lives when we`re difficult to be understood and we suffer from that.

Four years ago something very weird happened to me......something I had never believed could happen to me or to anyone else.I`ve heard of ghosts many times and  also various,colourful stories that I only thought were the figment of someone`s exuberant imagination.But as it always happens when we don`t believe in or deny something,faith interferes with it to test  the strenght of our convictions and beliefs.

So about this time four years ago me and my family lived in a city by the sea called Bourgas.We had a beautiful one-storeyed house.My bedroom was small,but convenient.One cold winter night I was lying in my bed without being able to get to sleep.I closed my eyes and counted sheep,but in vain.I was still lying on my bed being so vital as if I was  going to get up and go to school.At about 3 a.m. I heard a strange noise.At first it was just a muted sound that I couldn`t define.I listened more carefully and then I heard steps.I was surprised to hear that because everyone else was already sleeping.I stiffened in my bed waiting for the closure of the steps.The sound stopped suddenly....and then ten long minutes in awaiting followed.My heart was beating fast.Although I was a bit scared I pulled myself together and got out of my bed.I went in the corridor and looked around....there was no one neither on the left,nor on the right.Trying to convince myself that I probably misheard I went to bed and tried to fall asleep.Tiredness pervaded over me and  not in a minute I was in the arms of Morphaeus.

On the next day I came to the conclusion that everything from last night was just a joke of my tired body and senses.But some part of me was telling me that it was more than that.A week passed and going to sleep was not a problem at all to me.But exactly on the night after seven had passed I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night ...I looked at my clock and what I saw was that it was five past three.Not in a second I heard the weird sound again...but this time it was louder...it was over my head...it sounded as if a child was running..Cold waves went through my body,my heart went up to my throat.I tried to calm myself down...but the sound didn`t allow me to do that.I pinched myself ....nothing changed.The steps became louder for a moment and then stopped.I listened,but I couldn`t hear them anymore.I didn`t know what to do.I just lay in my bed looking at the ceiling without thinking of anything for one hour....then I fell into a deep sleep.

That unexplainable event  happened a couple of times again.The last time I showed myself as a brave person going to the attic...the place where the sound apparently came from.I said to myself that this ,whatever it was,could not tease me anymore and should stop.So I took a candle in my hand and began climbing the stairs to the attic.My heart  was beating fast,but none of my steps was hesitant.When I reached the floor of the attic I looked around the whole space searching for ...I don`t know what.But there was nothing....not a single thing that could probably produce such noise.After  that I decided to go down.As I turned around and made the first step down a chillness went through my body,but I made the second step,then the next one and the next one...until I reached the first floor of our house.Then I went into my room and got on my bed.....I closed my eyes and fell into a deep and blissful sleep.I never heard the sound again...Three months ago we moved to a new flat.I felt a kind of relief when we left the house.I`ve been wondering many times what was this that happened to me,but I still don`t know.One part of me tells me the it had been only my imagination or some sounds producing the effect of steps.But ....another part of me....is not so sure about that....

I`ve  never believed in ghosts,but I do believe in the laws of physics which teach us that energy doesn`t dissapear in nature ,it only turns into another type of energy.So "ghosts" can be just some kind of energy that had taken another form...it is no longer the person we used to know when alive and there is certainly not a specific reason for the showing up.

All this that happened four years ago made me broaden my horizons.It helped me accept things I never used to accept before.There are many things for which there is no explanation but this doesn`t mean we should deny them and  close our senses for them.Nothing is weird in this world and I believe that anything can happen!!!