I have seen in the Internet a picture from my childhood unexpectedly. I remember, the first class and the first winter at school. As all was interesting. Now behind a window again winter. But it has passed more than twenty years since then. I would like to roll down again from a hill on a sledge, to build the snowman, to play in snowballs. But I should go for work and to be engaged in more ordinary affairs. But Christmas is fast, and we again will go out of doors to look at snow, we will light garlands on a fur-tree and we will expect a miracle as small children. Therefore the child lives in a soul of each of us. Same so?
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You are really right. In life we too often do things which we don't like. And it is good, if we do it for our relatives or for other people. But more often the reasons are others. It can be our ambitions. It can be desire to be allocated from crowd or on the contrary not to be allocated from it. We can do unliked things of that we do not see further the nose. See, how it is possible to result the reasons why the person doesn't do that wants much.
Also it will appear that to do liked things much more difficult. For this purpose the person should reach harmonies, with itself, with the nature, with people, with a society. But why it so is difficult?