I start a lot of things that way.
Self centered, self absorbed.
I hate that.
I hate that about myself.
The fact I’m stuck in my own head.
The fact so often I get lost in the heat of the moment and it feels like I’ve fallen into that lava sea of endless Me Me Mes.
I don’t want that for my life.
I want to be someone kind.
I want to be concerned about others welfare.
I want to be a modern day Gandhi abandoning my own needs to feed my people.
I want to help the poor and the helpless.
I want to be the hand that helps people out of the mess they fell in.
But I can’t see how to get out of here.
Out of the world I built within these four walls.
It’s hard when you’ve fallen so far you’ve lost touch with the world.
How do I get back to where I once was?
Two personal pronouns in one sentence.
I like that more.
We like that more.
We are not alone.
We are not helpless.
We are helping each other.