I know that this article will open the doors to interpretation, and some may wonder about the background of its writing.

But, to be honest, when the idea occurred to me, I didn't just smile; I laughed!

I laughed because I recalled countless stories and experiences of people who suffered to the point of breaking due to the disappointment of others, or the failure of their expectations in their surroundings.

Then I wondered:

Can a person demolish the temple on the heads of those inside it, move on indifferent, live life in all its expanse, and seem satisfied with the outcome?

Maybe yes, at least on the surface.

But the truth is often different… for the heart weighed down by disappointment is not easily repaired.

On the other hand, those who live their lives in fear of upsetting others end up in a shell.

They isolate themselves from the environment they fear, stifle their freedom, and often end up doing more injustice to themselves than the injustice they fear from others.

That is why I found it useful to share this idea, not only to pose the question but to discuss the balance between satisfaction and tolerance, and between respecting others without erasing ourselves.

What the saying did not say

A long time ago, they said: "The satisfaction of people is an unreachable goal,"

But they did not clearly tell us: what is achievable if we strive for it?

The shocking answer: what is achieved then is nothing but disappointment, entanglement, and a slow suicide in the mire of hypocrisy and deceit.

How many people have wasted their lives trying to please everyone:

Pleasing this one, flattering that one, conceding here, being silent there, just to maintain a beautiful image in the eyes of people!

And then one day they awaken, not knowing who they are, why they live, or when they lost themselves!

People do not even satisfy a prophet, so how can they satisfy you?

Tastes clash, moods fluctuate, and hearts do not agree on anyone.

And those who seek to please everyone end up pleasing no one… rather they lose their self-respect first.

The mask won't save you

In an era of excessive flattery and false communication, many move between masks:

A mask for family, another for work, a third for society, and a fourth for social media.

Thus, a person turns into a pale shadow, walking weighed down by the burden of acting, until they lose themselves under the rubble of expectations.

And the worst? That the price is often: your dignity, your honesty, and your inner peace.

What is the point of a false status if the price is silence about injustice?

And what is the benefit of others' admiration if you feel ashamed of yourself when you look in the mirror?

Is “the eyes of people” worth all this cost?

If you offered them your heart, it would not satisfy them.

If you walked on water, they would say you cannot swim properly!

So why do you live as a prisoner in the cell of “What will they say about me”?

And why do you turn your life into a stage without an audience, filled with directors each wanting you to perform their role, not yours?

It is foolishness and filthy souls…

Envy and jealousy, madness in thinking,

Endless questions about “Who are you?” and “Who is the other?”,

A choking crowd over identity, and a bitter struggle between appearance and reality,

Sighs and pains and aches, and everyone is lost, everyone is adrift,

And no one has truly found themselves,

So how can they satisfy others, when they have never embraced their own self sincerely?

Salvation in honesty

True salvation does not come from the satisfaction of people, but from being honest with oneself.

To live as you are, not as others want you to be.

To say “no” and mean it, even if everyone gets angry.

To walk alone, as long as you know where you are going.

Live honestly, freely, courageously.

Give up trying to please those who will never be pleased,

And be sure that some will never love you…

Not because you are bad, but because you are not a follower, nor a copy of them.

From experience, I say…

From life experience and personal trials, be yourself.

And draw your identity… live honestly, freely, courageously, and do not be in anyone's pocket, no matter what they say about you.

You are the only one who truly knows who you are.

Give up trying to please those who were never pleased and never will be,

From the orphans of dignity, and the tools of the fifth column — the column of destruction, sowing discord, division, and doubt,

Those searching for a place or value after years of sinking in the quagmire of moral decline, value degradation, and silent betrayal.

Be confident that some will never love you, not because you are wrong, but because you remind them of what they have lost.

Because you confuse their calculations, and expose their falsehood,

And because they are tools of destruction for any creativity…

Their role is to bring down role models, strike authority, shatter meaning, and destroy belonging.

Not because you are bad, but because you do not resemble them… and because you stood tall, and did not kneel.