When you are a grown up your brothers become your neighbors and your unconditional brotherhood become your conditional neighborhood.

For few matters you need to be solo, for some matters you need soul mate and for many matters you need society,

During your struggle society is not a bunch of flowers, it is a bunch of cactus.

Society will question your reputation, but it will believe your defamation without question.

People would be happy to see you do better, but not better than them.