I think——now more than ever——that I have to pick up the world on my shoulders; in all its misery, evil, and suffering; Pick it up and bear the burden of the responsibility. During bearing the burden, I also have to realize that I am that sort of person who can do it; Therefore deserving of respect. I have never seen an idea more outright inclined to my basic natural instinct in all of my years. It might be something that you are born with, I can’t explain it.
But, that’s what I intend to do. In the process, I hope I get better, and people around me get better. A man can only look onto future and bear the present with all its glory and hardwork. Either with a heavy heart or a light sky, it has to be done, that’s just the nature of things.
That’s one of the reasons why going out of India makes less to no sense to me.
More so than ever, I’m angry for the right reasons. I’m pissed off (at myself?——obviously.)