To have and maintain standards is a call for exclusion. The higher they are – the exclusive you become. Exclusive – not in the sense of a club membership, but exclusive, in the sense of being excluded. The higher they are – they also become “your standards” as opposed to “standards.” Once considered something to strive for, today they are used as a class system
By themselves, the standards help you navigate a well-lit path through your life – they help you sleep well – they help you keep your sanity intact. But the guidance they offer is also exclusive – it is only for you – everyone else is excluded.
There is a value in degrading (as negative as it sounds) these standards occasionally, virtuous even. It enables amicable communication and social interaction, devoid of casteism. It’s like a passport for crossing the barbed-wire boundaries within the classes. It allows you to become human, even though human you may already be.
An easy life doesn’t teach you anything, I have been told, but I can tell you this – what a difficult life teaches you – is as useless as a door knob that won’t open a door.