Maybe
Maybe you think about others more than you think about yourself because you are afraid of seeing yourself, of facing yourself, of facing your past. Maybe your prioritization of your social life over and beyond your private life is a cunning attempt at escape from the one priority that you can’t escape from: yourself. You may run into others, and even hide in their image. You may live through and for others; for your reputation, bound by their returning gaze. Yet, how far can you run before yourself catches up with you. How far before your past ’accidentally’ repeats itself in an attempt to get you to deal with it and accept it? The tear that yearns to be shed will find its way, at the price of your own demise.
Your principle becomes the wind’s whisper which silently and with a velvet movement sends out this proclamation, “to avoid myself I shall find another, in whom and for whom I may live in total security of my one fear and my one disappointment: myself”.
We are fascinating creatures.
