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Life is great

As a child, you were told not to:
  • Eat chocolate cake for breakfast;
  • pencil contaminate the walls;
  • go out of the pool with wet hair;
  • to lie;
  • Do not go to bed after midnight and keep your eyes on the notebook screen;
  • go outside until you have sorted out your room;
  • Smoking later became taboo, as did alcohol, and unhealthy food, not to mention sleeping with everyone, was mentioned by parents much later.
 All of this and more was a great evil for which you had to be eaten by vampires and witches living under the bed, and later by a financial crisis, with the pocket money cut by parents.

 And here's when you're an adult and have the money, you can already:
  • eat sweets;
  • contaminate the walls of your home as much as you want;
  • for a professional lie they pay you;
  • you don't dry your hair after the pool anymore because you don't have time for that anymore and nothing terrible happens;
  • for sitting next to the notebook until the morning, sometimes you get paid too;
  • can suck venom into your body and sleep with everyone.
 No one will say anything about it anymore.

 But you still don’t do much of it.

Instead, you start taking care:
  • in additional kilograms;
  • wrinkles;
  • grizzled hair;
  • bills to pay;
  • reports at work;
  • future planning, etc.
 Maybe that's important, I won't argue. But if at the same time you allow your inner child to frolic then life is like the biggest piece of chocolate cake in the world.

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