"Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness."

People . . . don't seem to understand me.

"The generous men enriches himself by giving; the miser hoards himself poor."

My father doesn't notice me . . . if he knows I'm there, he doesn't acknowledge my presence . . . and the rest is abuse.

"Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that thankfulness is indeed a virtue."

He doesn't seem to appreciate the work that I do for him . . . for the city. If he is, he doesn't show it . . . if he is . . . it's for himself.

"The test of courage come when we are in the minority; the test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority."

I try as hard as I can, as hard as I am able, to please him, yet he doesn't notice . . . notice, nor care. I tolerate this. He's trying not to show affection for me, yet I know that deep down he does.

"Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that right thoughts and right efforts will inevitably bring about right results."

My father tries to push me into this, thought there's one mistake I can't ignore; I work joyfully, and I know I have right thoughts and show right efforts because they are my father's; I do not work peacefully with the robots. Again . . . this is for my father.

"A man without ambition is dead. A man with ambition but no love is dead. A man with ambition and love for his blessings here on earth is ever so alive."

This doesn't apply to my father.

"Not to have control over the senses is like sailing in a rudderless ship, bound to break to pieces on coming in contact with the very first rock."

I feel that I have much in common with this saying . . . nothing to push me forward, and on my first challenge . . . my father . . . I failed.

"The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs."

He doesn't respect me. I show him as much respect as I can muster, I try to be as sensible as possible, I try . . . so hard . . . yet . . . I'm always wrong.

"Respect mean listening until everyone had been heard and understood, only then is there a possibility of balance and harmony."

My father won't listen to me . . . it's like talking to a brick wall . . . I feel so . . . out of place.

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are nothing compared to what lies within us."

If only my father, the Duke, understood . . .

Author's Notes: Credit of the quotes goes to, in order: Amos Bronson Alcott, Dutch Proverb, William Bennett, Ralph W. Sockman, James Allen, Pearl Bailey, Mahatma Ghandi, Joan Didion, Dave Chief, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. I DO NOT claim these quotes as my own, they belong to the aforementioned. You can guess that they are old and I don't know the people who created them . . . but I did make up the stuff under each quote. R/R!