The world is a magical place, full of people waiting to be offended by something.
Isn't it strange that the less work they had to do to get where they are, the
more offended they become, by smaller and smaller "somethings"?

Does that mean/imply that the more/harder you work,
the less you are offended by small/little things?

Humm . . . isn't that called perspective?

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