Often, I do or think too much for others secretly and I unintentionally expect a little consideration from them, which may not be towards me but others. I simply forget the fact that human beings are not saints.

My sense of righteousness controls my mind excessively that I hate things go wrong, which often disappoints myself.

I’m not a saint as well, neither am I a god. There is a limit to what I can do to influence anyone to correctness, apart from trying hard not to make mistakes myself.

I hope that I can always remember this fact, and will never demand sensible or benevolent acts from others.