Have you ever felt the urge to tell others what they should or should not do with their lives? Doesn't it seem to you that this is like a painter with a broad brush, trying to impose on us only one colour shade to describe our surroundings?
I know, I often long for every day to be sunny, for the light to eclipse the mixture of black and white and for the grey days to disappear for everyone. But I am immediately reminded that the absence of light in the evenings also allows for rest.
Different moments come and go with their circumstances, pretending to ignore them, just like ignoring cloudy days or dark nights, does not make us right; much less does it determine the success of anything or anyone.
On the contrary, to understand those who see the world from an alternative point of view and use unusual strategies, often difficult to accept, is to face the challenge of a life with an infinite gradation of colours.
No matter how happy or successful we believe someone could be by following our example, we must resist the temptation to try to change that person's life. We are who we are at any given moment in our existence for a reason, and no one person can say with certainty how others should or should not be. Therefore, I think the world is meant to be painted with that special brush with which we work, using our own colours and turning ourselves "upside down" from time to time to see it differently.