If you were sinking, what would you let go of first, your dreams or your ideals? We learn to love. Then we learn to betray. We jump from alibi to alibi like those water-walking insects. It is because you detest decisions, the tyranny of choice. You’d rather have it all- and nothing. Freedom of un-choice.

You has a multitude of faces. They are almost impossible to separate. Call it a quest for completion, when it is only an attempt to bury your insecurities. So you cling to people, and sometimes people cling to you- their expectations clash with your needs, their needs clash with your expectations. You’d like to follow your own path without hurting or disappointing anyone; you end up hurt and disappointed and fed up with it all. Solitude smiles sardonically: welcome on board.  Am I ready to give you up?

Egocentrism is neither a philosophy nor a way of life. It is not necessarily synonymous with narcissism, though it always entails an aspect of self-examination, often to the point of obsession. Stick to what you have: could you ever really grasp something outside the boundaries of your mortal skin? Can you ever really know yourself?