Most of the time I worry more about other people loosing me than I, myself if I'd ever go lost.
And that's what my daily battle is all about - the pressure about making it through without too much hassel, and then I'll be here for everyone tomorrow again.
Still, for as long as I can remember I always had these thoughts about escaping.
Having gone through all those thoughts over and over again I'm not naive enough to think that view on life is valid base for contentment, which is all I want.. (Happiness is 4 fucking amateurs).
The only one I actually want responsibility for is me, and I'd very much like to take pride in honouring that.
Today, as I was walking home from my parents I thought that one of the more difficult things about being a grown-up is to learn your limitations, know when to ask for help, lower your guard and let someone else fight your battles for you.
Still I struggle with the notion that no one actually would do that for me.
Or... that I might be a Don Quixote (a fool).
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