How can I hate someone simply because they hate me? I just can't. It doesn't mean I am weak. I simply don't know how to live with resentment, envy, or hatred. If someone hates me, I'll stay away from them. That's enough. But hating them back is not who I am.
I don't remember my father ever truly hating anyone. He talks about what people did, of course, but I have never seen envy in him. In some strange way, he is even proud that he was able to serve those people.
I come from ordinary, working-class people. I have learned to take things as they are and move on as if nothing happened. Haven't I worked like a labourer myself? Haven't people who knew me in the past seen me in such situations? They have. And through all of that, haven't I remained strong? I have.
And life isn't really about predicting what will come tomorrow. It's about whether you have the ability to handle whatever comes. Of course, sometimes things will go out of control. When they do, you fight your way through them again. You think about what is in your employer's interest, but you also remember what is in your own interest—your studies and your future.
People have misunderstood you because you haven't always shown them who you really are. Sometimes, you have even deliberately misrepresented yourself. But why can't you change that? You can.
Aren't you cheerful? You are. Can't you laugh openly and show your teeth, even if they're not white? Of course you can. If you don't like your teeth, go to a dentist and fix them next month. But don't stop being yourself in the meantime.
Yes, I have made mistakes. I accept that. But am I going to spend my whole life regretting them? No. Am I going to hate someone because of them? No.
I'll do what is right. If someone doesn't like me, I simply won't go near them. It's that simple.
Now, let's concentrate on the work.
