Life lessons

I want to be wise. Physics, mathematics and many other subjects are studied at school. But where can I learn to understand people, to see the lie through truth? Only in my own life, may be. Life is the school of some kind too. But there sciences are inexact and unsure. There aren't the formulas and it is practically impossible to learn the theory. Knowledge comes only with practice. But the practice often brings the pain and knowledge can come too late. I can pass school subjects again, but it is impossible for life. Every mistake is failure and you can't pass the exam again. So, we are going through the life stumbling. We are falling, but rising. We are making mistakes, but repenting.
The last two years have taught me a lot. And this time has made me surprised. There were lessons of English, Literature, Mathematics, Society and the lessons of wisdom. I have fallen in love with Lyceum and Lyceum's inhabitants. It is a really exceptional place.
I studied to be happy. One needs to only make feeling of happiness inside of him, independently of the things around. I believe that happiness is condition of soul, which is made by its powers.
I understood that friends are irreplaceable, and offences are not really important, you must always forgive them.
I understood that it is necessary to knock on the closed door, because it may open. But if there is wall in front of you, it is better to step aside. You must only distinguish between the wall and the door.
I understood that people are like books. But it is difficult to open and, especially, to read this book, because it written in language that is strange for you. It is the art to become a reader of such books.
I understood that person's soul is the most unknown phenomenon in nature. It is like a dark room, where person roams as a prisoner. And who knows what this darkness hides: light or nothing?
I understood that life like a street. Somebody walks straightly, somebody goes bendy. You can't ask passer-by the way. You must understand your way yourself. It is not important from what you will die, because it is more important for what you were born.
I understood that nothing is gone. All things you do will return back to you. How you make your bed, so you will lie on it.
I understood that relations with people aren't the steel stick. It is pliant string, which knots easily. But it is difficult to undo it back.
But I haven't understood yet the difference between politics “for every day” and hypocrisy, between the dream and aim, between truth and point of view. But I hope I have time to know it. But I must to be in a hurry, because nobody can give you guaranty to life. Only you can to do it – in some degree.

Veronica Glushchenko, LNSTU, Russia