Once upon a time there lived one man. One day he decided to rebel against the injustice that prevailed in the world and set out to bring happiness to all. He took up arms and fought evil wherever he met him.
He had to shoot and kill a lot for the sake of happiness. Time passed. He fell asleep and woke up with a weapon in his hand, did not leave fighting for months, but the world remained the same - unjust, vicious and cruel.
He was tired of fighting and decided to start a family. He thought that if he hadn't made everyone happy, he would try to make happy his family. And every day he fought for happiness for his loved ones. I worked a lot, sometimes I was malnourished, I didn't get enough sleep. And he grew old in this struggle for happiness...
He lay on his deathbed, and his whole life passed before his eyes. He remembered how in his youth he had planned to achieve happiness for all; how he had taken up arms and had fought against evil wherever it had sprouted poisonous roots; how he had shot and killed in the name of happiness; how he had started a family and how he had risen children; how much he had worked, how he had sometimes been malnourished, how he had not got enough sleep... Then he called his family to him and said:
- All my life I tried to make others happy. And only now I understand that I had to start with myself. If I first tried to change and make myself happy, you would be happy too. And the world would be better, fairer and kinder…