Who am I? Over the years, I realized that I, like other people, are a stone that is worn down by the waves every day. But every day, taking blows, I only become stronger. Where? Apparently, he appeared by the will of the Almighty, who decided to sharpen a certain number of stones, one of which turned out to be me. Where am I going? I am a stone, but I am not in one place - the waves carry me from one shore to another. And the waves wash each shore with different strength - thereby I experience a variety of sensations. I will go to the bottom, but even though I am a stone, there is a soul in everything, even that which seems heartless. My “body” will fall to the bottom, but my soul will ascend to heaven, where it will become a star. Whether bright or not very bright depends on the number of shores on which the waves throw me.