Pride, freedom, anger and empathy gather at the dinner table.
“I find no happiness in my job. There is no end goal. People are stupid, and my work is not fulfilling.” says Anger.
Pride does what she does best – offering advice from the years of experience she’s clocked up.
Empathy knows that you can’t always take your definition and path to success and expect someone to conform to it, but remains quiet.
“You should do it my way,” Pride says, “but because it is noble to let you pursue your own happiness, I will let you.”
“But I don’t know what makes me happy,” Anger grunts.
Freedom wipes his upper lip, finishes the last bit of water, and makes his exit.