Quite often, let's say every 6 meters, on the road of life, you encounter those who crave to drag everything that is dear to us into the mud, believing that only they are the true and righteous bearers of beauty. ...
With some reservations...
Yes, I consider myself a "true and righteous bearer of beauty," but not only myself...
And, personally, I don't crave to drag anything into the mud (do I crave it?), it's just that sometimes there are people who are so wooden and think they are someone special, that it is very useful to make fun of such people and put them in their place =)
Is it worth speaking ill of others at all?
What do you think? All options, opinions, and examples are considered...
