The thought of making anyone unhappy constricts my heart. I become anxious and agitated, spending hours to remove the smallest fraction of the cause of unhappiness.
Yet I know, I can never make everyone happy. Sometimes, one is better off keeping some unhappy.
But, no matter how hard I try, I can never be prudent enough to follow the letter and balance my acts. I always end up trying to keep everyone happy, sometimes at the cost of those whose happiness matters to me the most, who are closest to my heart.
I wish I could do something about it!
The privilege of misfortune
23 hours ago