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“Live for yourself” is a phrase that scares many people. We all know the consequences: vice, lechery, degradation. And then, somewhere, down the slippery slope . . . But once I confessed to myself that my life doesn’t often belong to me. That I have so many “I have to” and just a few “I want to.” A sense of duty was laying on my dreams and plans like a stone slab, and I continued my attempts to set it up for the testimonies.
And then I decided: enough! I was tired of turning my life and soul into the nuclear waste landfill. Tired to explain, like a humble suppliant, to shuffle away, to explain how I dared to put my own interests above other people‘s interests. It’s time to live for myself. To choose happiness, not the self-hypnosis. To live by love, not on demand.
Thus, I started my revolting, antisocial year in a healthy ego mode. “Healthy,” or, better to say, “reasonable”—my saving stipulation, due to which the others couldn’t immediately recognize a disturber of the public order of things in me. Indeed, many people believe, first gnaw ten loaves of iron, wear out ten iron shoes, have a hell of a time, and then, if you still have enough strength and health, please, live for yourself.
Here Is A Preview Of What You’ll Learn . . .
- Life Without Expectations
- A Day When I Stopped Hurrying
- Being Convenient or Being Happy
- Leave on Time
- Bonus! 15 Things We Don’t Have to Report and Make
- And much, much more!
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