I've been mulling over my existence lately:

Do I have the right to be angered by fate if my life does not align with my ideal? Should I choose to be enraged, what benefit does it give, other than the useless relief that I have honored my temper?

It is not, then, the shortcoming of the world that shows, but the manifestation of my flaws as an emotional being, whenever I throw fits at that which is 'supposed to be,' wishing it was more 'that which I want to be.'

Isn't it some sort of ungodly narcissism to wish for the ways of the world to work for us, rather than us conceding to the blows of the wind that is life?

I cannot imagine an act nobler than humility in the face of adversity: that when Man is dictated by his temperament to be crestfallen, he instead acknowledges that nature is his very own enemy since birth.

And that it is not the world that conspires against him, but he himself, when he chooses to be ruled not by rationality, but by sentiment.

Hence, he is far too small to think that he can dent the thick coat of fate that covers the entirety of the earth.

Note: I have tweeted this thread to understand a part of myself that I rarely ever looked into before.

In short terms, this thread is for consolation: that when I ever get full of emotions and function in anger in the coming, I can reference what's proper.