I have my mother’s temper. I’m all full of rage.
I’m torn two ways.
Philosophically and morally I’m bound to suffer indignity without protest. But I’m not so good tempered, really. I can’t decide whether it’s braver to swallow the insult or to demand restitution.
Tonight, I pontificated to my mother about the necessity of detaching motivations from expected outcomes. Do right things because they’re right, I said, not because you’ll be rewarded for it.
Now the fates have played a trick on me. Making me live up to my own standards. Damn it. I’ve never been any good at humility.
All right, then, standards, fates. I won’t say another word about it. When my mind shifts to bitterness, I’ll jolt it back.
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