Until a while ago, I stubbornly tried to live the same life as before. It went poorly: I couldn’t go anywhere without being assaulted by a giant amount of fans, so I went nowhere. I was living in a bubble. Then something clicked, and I said to myself: “You have to accept that everything is different now”. And I felt relieved, almost immediately. Acceptation is the prerequisite for happiness, or anyway that’s what I like to think.