For the first time in my life I got the feeling that living with honour and integrity was more important than living with happiness.
I was thinking about why people got married. Why limit yourself to just one woman, when by being single you have the opportunity to have many?
If, for example, I was a married man, and a smarter, more attractive woman came up to me and said, “let’s have an affair and f**k all day,” would I listen to her and have the affair, or resist the temptation and remain committed to my wife?
Would the pleasures of the affair not be great?
It was thinking along these lines when I thought, “even if I live to regret it, I would rather remain committed to my wife and feel the great hurt of restraint, as I have vowed to do, than dishonour myself and hurt my wife by having the affair.”
And I realised that happiness was not the most important thing in the world.
