Well someone close to me spilled something that I was keeping close to my heart. I feel upset. How could this person do this? I had told the person for the third time. (It is someone related by blood). I wanted it close to me. I wanted it close to me because I perform anxiously when someone else knows. I’m upset. This sort of thing is enough.
I am going to be a beast. I am going to be someone who they will never ever want to disappoint. Out of both fear and respect. This being virtuous isn’t enough. In this world, there is no point being a sage when there are wolves around you who have gone rogue.