sometimes i wonder why i do the right thing.
after all, people who don’t have a reasonable chance of not being caught. i guess it comes down to a sort of gambling, a sort of moral luck. i wonder what the percentage of unsolved murders is?
sometimes i wonder why helping others is the right thing. some people aren’t very grateful. some people don’t realise it either. but i think the bigger thing is that i help people while being unable to help myself. this is the most bothersome thing. who am i to help you if i can’t put my own life together? this is my cardinal sin.
i call it false authority syndrome. it infects many besides me.
i wish people would realise i don’t have all the answers. i need some time off. away from everything.