A human being does not live in the world.
He lives in his mind.
In the morning the sun is bright and he is having a great day, in the afternoon, the boss reprimands him and he is having a bad day, in the evening his day is salvaged by an mpesa message but by the time he goes to bed his day is ruined by a remark from his spouse.
His life is entirely in the hands of third parties.
One moment he feels that the gods have been good to him, the next moment he laments that they have forsaken him.
But the world is indiffrent to him
The rain does not rain on him, it just rains.
The sun does not shine on him, it just shines.
The storm does not come for him.
Neither do the clear skies.
Fabio