A few years ago I was 22 years old, a young specialist from a working family. I also lived with my parents for money, but I never thought about whether I could buy an apartment, whether I would have a family, whether I would have personal growth. I just wanted to live interesting. After defending my diploma, I easily found a job because I working from the first course. When I realized that I was wrong with the choice of a profession, I did not cry about the fact that in this country my profession is not in demand - I realized that I walked, and just re-learned - myself, again working for the breadth in the beginning and studying literature. And when he grew up a new specialty, he re-learned again, at 26 years old.
I’ve never thought I’ll be able to depend on somebody, as I don’t doubt for a second that my family and friends will never leave me. Personal growth didn’t bother me at all – I was just interested in living.
I never thought I could buy an apartment – I just lived and worked. And now I have 2 in different countries of the world. I’ve never thought about family, I just can’t tolerate dishonest people. Now I have a beautiful wife and child.
Losers, learn to shoot yourself in the ass. In life, everything is done for work. No one fucking teaches you. Fuck, it’s your choice.