Year 14. I was bullied in school.

2002, I was bullied in school. The friend I trust chooses to leave me alone. I feel shameful and betrayed. 

Me seeking the "authority justice" offends their sense of superiority. Their revenge comes back even stronger. Cold face, verbal violence, isolation. The authority I seek after has no help at all. A beforehand peek at the lowest humanity.

I gotta fight for myself then. "Try me. No fucking way!" I can only seek power and safety from the voices within.

Be indifferent to encountering the shifting events, as the Chinese proverb says. 以不变应万变. It becomes a year of perseverance practice in solitude. 

Inside the silence hides the loudest roar. My softness starts to nurture its own power.