That sort of person is bound to do that. You might as well resent a fig tree for secreting juice. (Anyway, before very long you’ll both be dead—dead and soon forgotten.)
Meditations 4.6
Don’t look outward at them, whoever they are.
Look within.
Apple trees produce apples.
But as near as I can tell, a conscious man can, with deliberate effort, change himself. No longer bearing apples, he become an orange tree, bearing oranges.
This is the hope that drives me forward: the belief that I am capable of achieving something different—and higher.
Quantic’s Life in the Rain.
And in my optimistic moments, I must acknowledge that this has happened to me. I have, to use the misused cliché, been born again.
Having had that awakening, I then confront the truth of my infinite ignorance. Do not despair. Even the wisest of us is equal in his infinite ignorance.
Stay on The Path. I will, for the rest of my life, be in a position of infinite ignorance, regardless of effort or intelligence. There is no possibility of arrival, or achievement.
Action is the aim. The journey is the destination. Keep trudging is the mantra.