... finally letting people be whatever you want, even those who are unhappy with you; Even those who do not transfer you organically. Everyone has their own optics; In someone's microscope you are a worm, in someone's telescope you are God, in the sight of someone's rifle you are the main enemy - it means nothing, except that someone likes to look into microscopes, someone - to telescopes, And someone - in the sights; To you this relationship has not the slightest. I began to like being myself, and only myself. I finally read the instructions to myself.
© I. Furmanchuk
