No one has the right to tell another how to feel.
No one has the right to tell you how to be.
Don’t be that.
Walk into a corn field and tell the stalk how tall to grow. Watch as the crows mock the words. We weren’t put here to be slaves to any mind other than our own. And anyone who’s approaching you as otherwise is a falsehood. Tell them that. And watch their limitations explode as you walk through their fragmented mental dust.