Revisiting one of my favorite paragraphs in the book Eat, Pray, Love. I can deeply relate.
“What can you believe? The world is unkind and unfair. Speak up against unfairness and in Sicily, at least, you’ll end up as the foundation of an ugly new building. What can you do in such an environment to hold a sense of your individual dignity? Maybe nothing. Maybe nothing except, perhaps, to pride yourself on the fact that you always fillet your fish with perfection, or that you make the lightest ricottta in the whole town?”