And she breathes on an air of dignity...

Her pride that cannot be swallowed, but rather eaten. Her dignity that cannot be turned into gold, but lied heavy on her conscience and deep in her soul.

Have you ever tasted pride? They said that it tasted so sweet.

Some people would rather live on their pride and dignity alone. They do not eat what you and I have eaten. They do not breathe what you and I have breathed. They tolerate neither disparagement nor disdain. The only time they do bear is when they bear their grudge against you.

And she, among them, breathes on an air of dignity in order to live her precious life each day. The war that could never end. The law that could never mend. Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must, Thucydides stated. The problem is that the people who breathe this air of dignity and consume this pride inherited from their ancestors tend to think that they are of superior traits and that they are the strong, the one to be obeyed.

No. That is not how it should go. These people do not realize that they are not the one consuming, but being consumed by their own pride and dignity. They may have chosen to starve to death, proudly, but meaningless to the world.

Before the world is full of meaningless people, and before I die, I shall pay the true happiness forward among mankind. That is the least anyone could, and everyone should, do.