I very much miss writing. However, lately, I have been keeping my inner thoughts withdrawn due to my awareness of narcissism in today's society. That statement in no way aims to offend anyone who writes in blogs. I am simply more hesitant to write, because I am afraid my ramblings are testaments to my sick self-involvement. I don't seem to be interested in anything else, other than my inner conflicts. I don't seem to notice anyone else, or care to divulge information about the people I am around (not very provocative people, but good people- my parents) nor do I voice out any concern for any humanitarian cause. I have never been much attracted to those topics. I believe I am flawed in that way. Unable to step out of my subjective casings and into a more whole perspective of humanity, versus the desires and everyday predicaments of my own existence. Again, guilt sets in...Why I cannot be a universal beacon of hope such as a Mother Theresa figure? I cannot understand my purpose when it is incongruent with what we see fit as a contribution to all. Will I grow out of it? Will age change these stubborn views?
Either I will be damned for not trying, or damned for being worthless in a plan of universal peace and love.
I really do not know where to start with either of them.
Oh well.
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