Life is also a designer. And it seems that the cubes of experience, emotions and experiences have already formed into a good structure. Just like in the picture. Exactly exactly. But here you are, contentedly taking a step back and a forlornly abandoned cube digs into your heel. Thought, meaning or repressed emotion - whatever. And it hurts. Well, damn it, somehow! Everything seems to have worked out, here it is, the design! And everything according to the instructions! Where did the extra cube come from?! And then it hurts, it’s empty, and the work done on assembling the designer is not pleasing... Life is also a provocateur. Does not allow you to rely on rules and norms. As soon as you cling to “correctness,” “efficiency,” “morality,” “family”, your feet immediately begin to slide, like on pebbles on the shore. And in moments when the soul is torn by fierce melancholy, no rules will help. Why? Yes, because they are not yours, these rules. Life is also a creator. As soon as he asks you a problem, you may even fall. Here Nastasya lives in the mansion, and there is enough to eat, and it’s cozy, and everything is right - her husband, Orthodoxy, the birth of a child. And in the evenings, Nastasya still cries fierce tears, from black melancholy and insidious misunderstanding. And in the morning there’s nothing, everything goes on like a matron. Life is a wise man. Always leads you onto the right path. Because you are tormented by the infidels, you pull this stone and want to throw it. And it’s good if you manage to get rid of it, but it’s bad if you drag it on further and life’s wisdom is of no use to you. Life is a magician. Sometimes such “pretzels” give out... You seem to love a person, and then it turns out that you don’t love him at all, but someone’s reflection. That also happens. And it happens that those closest to you, and those who are not close to you, have never even seen the “real” you. And this happens too. Life is a storyteller. Everyone makes up fairy tales. They tell them. Some even begin to believe that these are not fairy tales at all, but true stories. This is wonderful. After all, how can it be true, like a fairy tale written by you, with your little hand. And thirsty people believe in fairy tales and look for them. In churches, in theaters, in books, in psychologists' offices... It's just up to you to write these fairy tales. You can read others' books, but you have to live your own way.