When people call me kind, or sweet, or nice, it confuses me. The only reason I don't do petty vindictive things all the time is because I lack the power and money to do petty vindictive things.
If the Death Note landed in my lap you better believe I'd fill that fucker up with names, is what I'm saying.
I do try to have a live and let live approach to the world. Do as you will but do no harm. But let's be real: This is an easy philosophy to follow when you're powerless. I am self-aware and honest with myself to say that, given the mountains of evidence of how even minor power is corrupting, I likely wouldn't hold the same life philosophy if I had Musk Money. I probably would be all "Fuck you, got mine!" because that's just what money and power does to people.
So when people call me kind, or sweet, or nice, it just reminds me that the bar to get over is so low it's sitting in Hell.
Buddha here is sitting on a series of outdoor escalators that take you up to Busan Tower/ Yongdusan Park. He's cool, but I'm more impressed by the fact there's a series of outdoor escalators and they haven't been destroyed by people yet. Maybe the bar is Upper Hell?