You tell him you're sorry. You probably hold back tears. And then you go home, and you probably cry, because it's just unfair, no matter how we try to rationalize it. And I reevaluate what's truly important in life. I never come up with the right answers.
Happiness equals freedom from tyranny, but work equals money, and money equals tyranny.
I'm selfish and probably weak to want out of this culture, because there are always people that covet what you have. But today was hard. And there will more days like this.