No, I’m not an insecure person. Then why do I feel the need
to save every other person I see who is fighting a battle of their own? It
isn’t because I want to see the world be any less of a depressing place. It’s
because I need to know that my existence isn’t all in vain, that even though I
might only save one person at a time, I’m still saving one person. Isn’t this
the height of insecurity; that you need to watch other people stop fighting in
order to keep your own demons at bay? But what if I stopped one day? What if I
stopped trying to save the world and tried saving myself instead? Would the
journey to the center of my soul be rewarding or all consuming? I can hear the
menace inside me waiting for me to give it a whiff of attention. I guess I’ll
stick to saving other people for now, at least until someone comes along who
can save me from myself.
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