About learning

Autumn scratching at my window with its claws. Gently tear into pieces my soul and mind. I'm possessed. In a cage made of bones and veins life cries out.
Memories began to visit me often. I see childhood. People, long gone. The places turned into an echo. Hear music in the box of my skull. No one will call me refined or prudent. But I've learned living among people. To learn from them. To feel their pain and joy as my own. Don't have to wash the heel to meat in search of wise mentors. You can learn from life itself. But she is a cruel teacher, her lessons learned are more like scars. On the other hand it is hard to forget.

There is another way. Learn from simple people. They are not required to be righteous, beautiful, educated. Life itself will give these people. On the bus, in the store, among the neighbors on the floor. Or maybe... just maybe, Life will throw you at someone in the correct day and hour. And already you say to someone important words. Foolish to you, but which will be able to turn someone's worldview.
Nothing happens by chance. It's like a good quest with verification points, but without saves.

When I was student, the next door on my floor lived... prostitutes. No other place closer to the University and cheaper. With the same success I could stay with mom and dad and every morning ride to the University by car with driver. I was proud that I had left my parents' house.
I didn't know how to cook. And those prostitutes cooked for me until I told them stories. All what father read to me. About weightless Princess. About Fox from the "Roman de Renard". And all I could think of myself. An Elf - they called me.

Know what I learned? Not to judge. To listen and understand, the one who is able to speak. Learned that everyone has their own feelings. And no one should be denied the right to be human.