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Needs
My needs are not being met; not because someone else is failing to meet them, but because I am failing to meet them for myself. As the pace of my life picks up, faster and faster every day, staples such as a meal at a normal hour that is not rushed or interrupted, or a full night of sleep, get pushed to the back burner. In fact, I cannot even say they get pushed aside anymore; they are compromised altogether. Is peace, fulfilment, and adventure a human need? Perhaps those are just luxurious yearnings of the soul. Anyway, those have also gone the way of the sacrificial lamb.
It was never my intention to become this busy; the hours I keep are one-part coping mechanism, and one-part desire to help others become their best selves. People say that, but I want to see other people succeed and be happy in their lives with every fiber of my being. It is perhaps an impractical or even destructive desire, however, like the people featured on those television shows who cannot seem to stop eating strange things, like the stuffing out of couch cushions, or sidewalk chalk.
There is a problem with giving everything to help another person in this day in age: first it is the cookie, then the milk, then a place to sleep, and then the very roof over your head. You gave so willingly at every stage, how could you refuse, even when it will cost the last bit of what you have? I will continue to give regardless because I believe…
