The choice is always for you

Remember that feeling from childhood when you’re five years old and you’re going to play with other children? And they suddenly hurt you. You pout and walk away to be sad on the bench. Sit there and think to myself: “How could they like this?”

And after some time the children come to you. They already all understand that without you all, and again called on to play. You to myself triumph, lips but in any case does not release. You really want to go with them, but they hurt you very much unfair. You can’t forgive them. And remain on the bench alone.

And the children shrugged their shoulders and ran more in their game. There is screaming, jumping, falling, grimacing. Do you think that it’s all nonsense that you were enjoying yourself. You go to the sandbox to sculpt mud pies. Such good mud pies work, you paddle POPs that I admire. But still look askance in the direction of other children, quietly looking at. And I think that they once called you! And they no longer call…

And then do you really start to get angry. That everything is so bad that the world is so against you, and you’re so bad. And, in General, how to have fun when the world is so terrible when there is so much injustice?! Mom wants me to wear tights with two stripes on the priest, the kindergarten teacher did not like your drawing of the cat, Santa Claus brought you under the Christmas tree hat and mittens, and you wanted a railroad And… anger, and trample mud pies with his foot.

It is very easy to dislike the world. This does not need any effort. A couple of times to stumble, to make mistakes, to love unrequited, to quarrel with each other. To decide what the world is doing specifically specifically bothering you. He just needs a lot of you, but out of spite does nothing. To begin thoughtfully to speak in the tone of a philosopher, he understood. That life is nothing. A couple of events between birth and death. Fools those who are waiting for happiness and joy. They don’t understand. The world is evil, it is sheer injustice. And we are here to suffer to say at the end of life: “Look at my scars. I was very unhappy — now I deserve the best.”

Personally, I’m talking about our world do not know much. About his profound idea and the meaning of life. Someone thinks that everything is a hologram, someone is an alien experiment. I don’t know. I only know that another world I have. And well, because I like this. You know what its main advantage? The choice is yours.

Always for you. As then, in childhood, with mud pies.

Stay away unjustly offended or run skipping to play with other children. Jump, fall, grimacing.
To live.