As the winds turn, he finds himself a stranger in a sea of people he once called friend. He sees them reverting back to old patterns, and he recoils. For certainly the most destructive vice that a person can have, is self-pity.. It is a subset of hatred - it destroys everything around it, except itself. It will destroy even the strongest of bonds; it'll destroy anything that's good; it will fulfil all the prophecies it makes and leave only itself. And it's so simple to imagine that one is hard done by life, and that things are unfair, and that one is underappreciated, and that if only one had had a chance at this, if only one had had a chance at that, things would have gone better, you would be happier. All those things that gnaw at our soul, and some of them may well even be true, but alas none can be solved while you burn yourself at the stake, watching every promise you've ever made slowly turn into ash.
