I can easily look at myself from the outside and see a completely different person. Suddenly, I see myself the way others might see me—with all my traits, not always the ones that would easily be liked by the majority. And it doesn’t bother me at all. The global acceptance of myself spreads across my individuality, filling me with a kind of crystal clarity. I see everything. I see myself. But in my consciousness, there are no barriers for any of my ideas. The path is open. Reflection rests. There is only inspiration, strength, passion, love.
Suddenly, everything became very simple. There is me. There is what I passionately want to do in this life. And there is the endless future with its endless space of possibilities, in which there are any of those options that I want for myself. I shot like a bullet into some new, unexpected level, leaping over several of my own heads, skipping elementary, middle school, and high school, and immediately became the doctor of my own philosophical sciences.
I briefly imagined that person close to me, with whom I want to be near. I don’t know them yet, but I already know what they are like. And what I feel when I’m with them. And how deep, interesting, and wise they are. And how deep and beautiful what is between us is. And I see myself through their eyes. And I am beautiful in those eyes. Just as I am.