Nothing has helped mold me more than suffering. Nothing.
Suffering, to me, is how we become better people.
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors, but I can tell you (in a generic sense), that suffering has made me “good.”
Now, I have plenty of piss poor thoughts in my head, that I chalk up to being human. And so, that is to be expected.
“I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.” — Joseph Baretti
What are some things that you think classifies a good person?