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I learned from my mother, who was a wise woman, a connoisseur of life. Especially a connoisseur of womanhood. He once told me that if a woman is looking for you, sometimes you have to accept the unworthy. Sometimes you have to lower it. You have to make small compromises. It's not allowed in big ones, but it is allowed in small ones. When I asked why compromises sometimes have to be made, he answered: "Because you get rusty in solitude. You get used to it. Your skin thickens, you become insensitive. You don't notice that you are slowly building thicker and higher walls around you, with no doors. That you believe you are alone of your own free will, but if you keep this state for a long time, it becomes a prison, and you lose in solitude what you sought in it: your freedom."