Character: Viola Maxwell

Using various tricks you can forget for a while about jitters and mental pain, but you cannot run away from them. Feelings of restlessness and bitterness cannot be cured by loud music, shopping or entertainment, because illusions do not help. You can escape into them for a while, but then everything: fear, confusion, guilt - returns, but with increased strength. And there is nowhere to hide from this - illusions have lost their magic and can no longer intoxicate. You are left alone with reality and feel how the world and life are falling apart. You don't know what to grab onto to stay in place. You have no idea what phrases to calm yourself down with. Everything seems so... so... insignificant and stupid.

If a person abandons his ambitious plans and becomes on the same level with the "gray mass", is it fair that he has to pay for this with a sense of shame and even guilt? Or are the levels of prestige nothing more than an illusion, the same carrots that are pulled in front of our noses so that we forget about freedom of choice and blindly follow where the powerful of this world want? By giving up a dream career and starting to be content with little, does an individual automatically become a nonentity? Or does he himself have to determine the height of his significance?

When a person becomes a witness to our vulnerability and does not take advantage of our weakness, then he automatically inspires confidence and sympathy. Although, as practice shows, this is not a guarantee that he will not later turn out to be a treacherous friend.

What an absurd ritual: if a colossal part of the time is devoted exclusively to work, then when is it just to live?

ᅠ If others look exclusively at your shoulders and urge you to get naked, and it is not welcome to speak frankly about your own weaknesses, failures or mistakes - this is a warning signal that you are offered plastic feelings and plastic relationships.