You never did anything in this world but to search for somebody to save you from falling. Like a trampoline that will catch you when you jumped to the endless void; like a light at the end of the tunnel that will save you from the dark. All you did is search and wait for someone to hold your hands and complete the spaces in between your fingers—as if they can save you from your fear of nothingness. All you did is find, and find, and find without realizing that you won’t fall if you wouldn’t jump; that the light at the end of the tunnel is
nothing if you brought your own fire; that your fingers complete the spaces in between when you stick them all together. You always
think there is someone out there who will save you with his swords and strong arms, but newsflash: you, too, can save yourself.