every day I meet hundreds of strangers. the same as I can be. like shadows they appear and disappear without leaving a trace. maybe there are specialists among them who hone only one skill. and I switch to different interests. I have neither a vocation nor a hobby. I can even admit that in everything I do not reach the average. and therefore it seems, when they praise me, that I have deceived them. they just don't know that I can do more, just don't try. I want to feel without stopping. and when you try, then you have to stop to rest.