если боишься - не делай, а если делаешь - не бойся.
I was once on a trip with a friend. We just finished exploring yet another historical site and decided to take a break and chill on one of the park benches. Then my friend went to the restroom and I just sat there waiting and enjoying the sun.
"I was thinking just now," my friend said sitting down next to me, "during the five minutes I was in the bathroom, what if a stranger appeared out of nowhere and told you they're from a parallel world... and they need you to come with them to that world to save it, right now. Because it's falling apart and, they tell you, you're the only person who can save it. What would you do? Would you go?"
At that moment in time, I had everything I needed to be happy. Not just that, I had everything I wanted. And even something I wouldn't dare to want.
I didn't ask for any details about the potential parallel world situation. I didn't take a minute to answer the question. The answer seemed pretty obvious to me.
I've changed a lot since then. I've lost some of the things that made me happy at the time. I've lost parts of myself, too. So many that I sometimes forger what I am, to be honest.
But then, when I think that I've lost sight of who I am completely, I remember the question. What would I do now, I think? How would I react to a nonexistent stranger's offer?
And no matter how much time passes, the answer is always the same.
"I was thinking just now," my friend said sitting down next to me, "during the five minutes I was in the bathroom, what if a stranger appeared out of nowhere and told you they're from a parallel world... and they need you to come with them to that world to save it, right now. Because it's falling apart and, they tell you, you're the only person who can save it. What would you do? Would you go?"
At that moment in time, I had everything I needed to be happy. Not just that, I had everything I wanted. And even something I wouldn't dare to want.
I didn't ask for any details about the potential parallel world situation. I didn't take a minute to answer the question. The answer seemed pretty obvious to me.
I've changed a lot since then. I've lost some of the things that made me happy at the time. I've lost parts of myself, too. So many that I sometimes forger what I am, to be honest.
But then, when I think that I've lost sight of who I am completely, I remember the question. What would I do now, I think? How would I react to a nonexistent stranger's offer?
And no matter how much time passes, the answer is always the same.