It was a pleasure to burn.
No, I didn't mean to plagiarize Mr. Ray Bradbury. His opening sentence in his acclaimed novel Fahrenheit 451 described perfectly how I felt (and still feel). It is, indeed, a pleasure to burn.
When I was a teenager I was insecure (weren't we all?) and I hated those who appeared the opposite (didn't we all?). Unfortunately, I didn't stave off the insecurity as much as I wanted to in my early adulthood. I kept hating, in secret, those who brimmed with fire.
I hated passionate and principled people and it irked me, because deep inside I wanted to be like them.Read More