This Person Is So, So Bitter.
The energy that I need. This is the energy. So you have people defending you.
No problem. Let's move on to Nathaniel. We'll return to you.
Don't worry. I think Nathaniel, does anyone have anything? All right, Nathaniel, go on. Okay.
Because of time, I think I'll just read one piece. Just one piece. Yes, read one.
Read one. We have, we have others to read on. Okay.
I will read the piece titled Unlived Life. Okay. Can you guys see it? Unlived Life.
It's there. Wait, is it the one with the world is full of people? Yes. Yes.
Yes. Okay. All right.
Okay. As you listen, please enjoy Unlived Life. The world is full of people who suffer from the echoes of their own unlived life.
They become bitter. They become rigid. They become critics.
Not because the world is cruel, but because, not because the world is cruel, not because life is unkind, but because they've been betrayed. Betrayed. They've been betrayed by their own inner possibilities.
The artist who doesn't create becomes cynical of other creators. The lover who doesn't love snares that lover as taking his own search through. The poet who doesn't write scoffs at the poet who dares to pretend to be, and yet they all suffer, because deep down, they know the life they are living is not the life meant for them.
I'm seeing somebody raising hands. You are done with eating, so? If I comment on this beautiful piece, there's a stanza there that's actually a jab to someone and it says, the lovers who never love snare at lovers taking a sunset stroll. And I think somehow, Natanya is talking to Adi.
Because Adi is always after everyone that writes about rumors, love, and everything. And yet, Natanya is letting us know that those people that don't love, that have not experienced love before, snares at lovers taking a sunset stroll. So, they are talking from the place of jealousy.
So, Adi, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to... I'm not the one that I write it to. It is the handwork of Natanya.
Okay, back to the poem. Okay? You see this poem? When I was reading it, and after I finished reading it, I was seeing someone in it, like someone I know so well. This person is so, so bitter.
