Stop being offended
Let go of the need to win
Let go of the need to be right
Let go of the need to be superior
Let go of the need to have more
Let go of identifying yourself by your achievements
Let go of reputation
These lights illuminated the man clad in black; his profile, of a young and charming complexion, was outlined against the dark background with the purity of a medallion; he leaned his elbow on the corner of a panel of the door, and rested his brow on his left hand, an unconsciously graceful attitude, which set off the height of the brow by the smallness of the hand.
Victor Hugo, frigging MURDERING ME, because he’s describing the obligatory Hot Young Man of the book and Y’ALL Y’ ALL KNOW WHAT GESTURES HE’S DESCRIBING RIGHT
WHAT AN UNCONSCIOUSLY GRACEFUL GESTURE. WHAT ELEGANCE. WHAT POISE.