All my life, I’ve grappled with the erratic concept of Worth. I’ve never been able to define it, yet I believe I can recognize it, like an instinct, a fleeting truth just beyond my grasp. But how does one create Worth in their own life? This persistent void confronts me daily, pressing an urgent, almost painful question comes to be: What path should I follow?
Should I strive for benevolence, dedicating myself to the good of others? Or should I pursue a path centered on a egocentric, self-absorbed objective? How does one even begin to justify the role of a Hero or a Villain? So much determines the outcome: one's upbringing and circumstance, the cruelty or kindness of the world. Sometimes, it takes just one bad day to unravel a person entirely.
Now, with this forced opportunity for a new life, my truth feels clear, potent even. One of these paths isn’t just a choice. It’s an inevitability.