I apologize for my rashness.
I seek to be remembered - I would like to believe that I had some sort of an impact on the community I lived in. Of course, I will leave no lasting impression. That is the nature of my lifestyle and my job.
And, so, I direct my anger on this young man - his existence in the community was dichotomous, for he embodied community service and activism, in many ways, but he also disobeyed and disrespected many of the basic rules of that community. He died by the latter, is remembered for the former.
I have contributed positively to this community, and I have obeyed the rules, yet I am forgotten. And that frustrates me.
I am ashamed of my immaturity and lack of perspective. It is only now that I realized why I felt the way I did.