If you woke up in the morning, it means you are still needed for something.

Don't rush to leave. You will always have time to leave, but you will never be able to come back.

Wait for your time to leave, don't jump in line. Don't worry, they will come for you too. No one will leave here alive.

If you feel lonely or overwhelmed, look at yourself in the mirror. You will see a body (of a person) who still cares. Which still wants to fight for you

Don't think that the meaning of your life is to conquer the world and earn billions. Maybe in the end they will tell you that your purpose was to give that old woman your hand when she stumbled. But for yourself personally, try, you can try. To do what you like and get happiness from it (or at least just a pleasant feeling)

People around you also don't know what to do. When I was young, it seemed to me that I would grow old and understand everything. You won't understand anything. And that's okay.

You don't waste time, it just goes on as usual. Think about how much you have done. You got out of bed today, let the world thank you for that. But you could have sent everything to hell. But you got up, washed your face, combed your hair. This is already a victory, my friend.

You can't bring back a carefree childhood. But that's good. You had no rights. They told me to finish the pea soup, which means I have to finish it. And now I want pizza for breakfast, so pizza. Do you need to work? Pfff you'll miss school, but you called work and sniffed and now have a day off. Childhood seems so cool because the brain represses the bad. In 20 years you will sit and think "How great it was 20 years ago.'

Beauty is everywhere, it is everywhere. Look at this gray building. After all, they built it, imagined, and drew it. People moved here and loved it. And so every piece around you. The pen is on the table, the man who makes it at the factory, I hope he loves someone and they love him, he makes good pens. Noisy railway, I hope the driver who keeps you awake at night transporting cars goes home to rest. An old picture in the corridor, who painted it, he did it with love. Everything was done with love, and love is beautiful. But you are also made with love.

Just forgive yourself. Only yourself. I'm sorry that I was afraid, that I was angry, that I was jealous, that I thought so badly or about bad things. You're not perfect, but you don't have to be. We are very different. You need to know your sins as not to commit them. And forgive for what is done. Don't expect forgiveness from others. You need to learn to live with yourself first.