I was heading towards home after meeting thinking what I could have done better? I guess it is what it is. I was cough in my though process when suddenly came to my old friend near caffe shop. As we decided to go to the concert.

We were in a rush, sprinting down the street to catch the first self driving train to the hall. My friend and I were notorious for our chronic lateness, and this evening was no exception. As we reached the first train, we quickly hopped on.

Once inside, I clicked to purchase one day ticket and checked my bracelet to the train pass machine. I didn't saw what I really checked. My friend did the same.

We arrived to the place.

Finding seats in the crowded hall, we settled in just as the intercom announced the beginning of a concert being held at a nearby venue. The music filled the air, and the atmosphere was electric. We enjoyed the performance, completely engrossed in the melodies and harmonies.

As the concert drew to a close, something peculiar happened. The sound of a gong grew louder and louder, pounding against my temples. It turned from a rhythmic accompaniment to a pounding headache. The pain intensified, and I winced, feeling a strong pulling sensation in the front of my head. I had headache and my body stoned for a second, as my friend was punching me to stand up and go.

With relief, the concert ended, and people began to leave. We noticed a cat lurking near the exit doors. As people exited, the cat slipped through the doors. The cashier, run after to catch and bring cat back inside, returning empty-handed.

As we started to go to the direction of the train station, cat started to follow us and decide to stop us by sitting in front of our way. My friend wasn't particularly fond of cats, viewing them as separate entities from our own human experience. It amused me how differently we perceived the situation. Nevertheless, we approached the cat cautiously and managed to pick it up.

We brought the cat to the hall, cashier thanked us for returning their beloved pet. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, we bid them farewell and made our way back to the train station. However, we had just missed our train, and the next one was hours away. We sighed and settled in for a long wait.

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Time passed, and as the next train arrived, we eagerly boarded, hoping to put our misadventures behind us. But little did we know that another awaited us. As the train inspectors made their rounds, we confidently presented our tickets, only to be met with disbelief. Our tickets were invalid, and we were asked to disembark and pay the regulatory fine.

Angry and confused, we tried to explain our mistake, but nobody seemed willing to listen. It was a frustrating experience, feeling misunderstood and ignored. Dejected, we made our way home, vowing to find a way to rectify the situation.

The next morning, my friend told me she had written a letter to the train company, explaining our story and acknowledging our mistake. She had purchased a discounted student ticket meant for a day of travel, which didn't apply to the particular ride we took. It was an honest oversight, but it had cost her dearly.

Inspired by her actions, I decided to write my own email to the train company's customer service. In my letter, I reflected on our experience and how it had changed my perspective on the world around us. I criticised the punishment and reward system we often encounter in new age schools and institutions, highlighting their shortcomings and the negative impact they can have on individuals.

"We punish without listening and evaluating each other, and have negative tendency towards creating life in companies and families"

I advocated for a different approach, one that focused on education, understanding, and support rather than punishment. I urged for a system that encourages people to learn from their mistakes, rather than perpetuating a cycle of misbehaviour. I envisioned a society where individuals take responsibility for their actions and treat each other with respect and empathy.

To my surprise, my email received a thoughtful response from the director of the train company. They acknowledged our concerns and assured me that they were working to improve their policies. They even invited me to a meeting to discuss potential changes.

Months later, on Moon Independence Day, a unique celebration took place. For that day only, public transportation was free for everyone. People were initially skeptical, worried about being caught without a ticket and facing repercussions. It was a testament to how deeply ingrained the fear of punishment had become in our society after leaving the Earth. The war happens between two societies that want freedom and stay on Earth and the people who builds life on other planets.

But as the day unfolded, something magical happened. People began to relax, to let go of their fears and enjoy the freedom of movement. They embraced the opportunity to explore the city, to be spontaneous, and to connect with others. The atmosphere was filled with joy, creativity, and a sense of community.

That day, I realised the true power of trust, understanding, and the freedom to make mistakes. Life isn't a game where we have multiple attempts or save points. It's a journey where we must make choices, learn from them, and grow. And it is through compassion, empathy, and an open-minded approach that we can truly live and flourish.

Something interesting happen that day on my social feed... The cat from the concert place invited me to be friends. He named himself the owner of that place. People are really interesting beings to live with - to take in charge your animal for being owner. I can't say it is non interesting life approach. Back in days personality hackers found out that we all different by our brain functionality. In particular brain areas we have deeper signals to recognise more or less impact on behavioural patterns.