My Dear


Our lives are like an open book: we must turn the pages and leave all bitterness behind. We don’t know how thick our volumes will be and for that reason, our books of life must be as beautiful and useful as possible.  Don’t isolate yourself, but rather try and approach people even if they do not rise to your level of intellect.  Learn to love people the way they are, and you will learn to discover that the simplest of people have the biggest and better of souls than the numerous philosophers and intellects of the elite classes.

Love people, approach them and perhaps you may understand the essence of life, find your half and walk lightly without vain ambitions. Ambition is good as long as it doesn’t destroy you due to the egoism it generates, and for this reason, one must be prudent with what they want, how they want, how long they want. Try wish for something meaningful to you because in the end, everything that you acquire will be given back to society in one way or another. Otherwise there would be no value  at the end of your road, and you will feel  a hollow void in your soul. And it is painful not to be able to fill it.

Write the beginning of your book of life with love of people, my child, and you will be happy.

With love,

Father.

I do not live in this era. My soul yearns for the touch of the past; dim candle-lit libraries amassed with ancient tomes and splendid balls, dazzling with the diamond chandeliers and shimmering jewels upon each elegant neck and etched into every lace gown.
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