I love this picture.
You know, if during the course of my life until now I had listened to what other people told me to do without deciding by myself I wouldn’t have gone anywhere, and I would never have gotten anywhere yet.
I would have probably ended up being one of the most unhappy and frustrated people in the world, with no goals, results, satisfaction, willpower, fierceness and pride for myself.
Starting in primary school where they used to tell me that I only had to play with other males because it was “males versus females”.
Then in middle school, where “cool” was not to study. I liked French, I was the best in the class at it but being the least considered subject then you weren’t supposed to study it and so lots of teasing and teasing, stupid jokes but with a potential wide appeal on a just 13-year-old boy.
Then in high school, when the Latin translations at home were done by the losers bc, whatever, there were those idiots who were passing them to everyone.
At graduation, at university, when I decided to change my course of study and when I decided the lifestyle and what I wanted to do with my, I strongly remark, MY life.
I don’t even start to talk about it concerning my personal life. Maybe if I had listened to what was normal I had to do, I’d be falsely satisfied engaged with a shrewmouse as a cover watching Duncan James' Instagram profile while he was making out with his Brazilian crush.
And it continues today, day after day. But if I have been able to shake off any unfounded criticism at the age of ten by now today I can say I am widely immune to it.
And to every who you think you are, where you go, what the heck you have in your head ... I simply answer not answering, it’s enough for me to see that mediocrity of those who hurl criticism at you and not advice in search of a useful confrontation.
Mind your own business and let people bloom, at least the ones who want to bloom.
Life, thank you for having given me this strength!