I think I’m a nice guy, but I’m better at it now that I’m old. I never had expectations and saw everything as…well, what happens happens. Still, back then I had bouts of prolonged sadness. But not resentment and not much jealousy.

Sometimes things turned out well for me and other times not.

Now that I’m older, none of my desires require any particular individual to satisfy my needs. I often identify with others and feel their joy and pain.

Also, I get a lot of satisfaction from my own creative projects. I think when a person is content and reasonably happy, he is a nice guy.