I wondered why it is easy and desirable to talk to some people, but unpleasant and not to others. It seems that we say the same words, but so in different ways.
Because the world is different for each of us. Some have the world above their heads and each time you need to fly into the sky in order to feel the fullness of life.
Others have the world in their hands, and this world requires intervention, in it all the time you need to do something with your hands, you need to move it, you need to push off with your feet from the ground, so that this very world still rotates, does the work necessary for everyone. Someone has peace in their hearts, and peace and tranquility emanate from them. It's easy to talk to them, you want to sail along this amazing river of time with them. But not everyone has peace in their hearts. Someone has pain in their heart, and it is very difficult for them on their own. And I want to talk to them too. I want to be the part of the world that will change their lives for the better. Each of us has our own world. And at the same time - our common world. We all carry the world on our shoulders because we need it. And the world needs us.