In school, and I should specify in early school, not college, I was miserable. I had problems at home, in class, and with myself. I used to judge people greatly and sit high on my horse just the same. I used to think only certain people deserved love, that life was a huge mistake, and plenty of other gloomy things that were in my mind. But suffering has a way of changing you, and finally, I was so far in that hole that I just got angry. And it wasn’t at anyone except me, the one person who controlled everything.

It wasn’t a hot fire anger, but more of a warm, inviting ember, and I tried my best to fan the flames, directing here and there.  In Southeast Asian lexicon, it’s called tapasya or tapas, it’s where you are at the point where you either choose to end it all or claw yourself out of it as hard as you can, and utilize what you’ve clawed yourself out of. So, that’s basically what I learned. Oh, and I also used to believe that politicians were good people.