Manifesto

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This is what I believe. I'm not alone because I like being alone. Well, part of it is true, but it's more than that. I'm alone, not because I want to, but because I have to. I have to like myself. It's a decision forced on me by circumstance. By desperation. By necessity. I've been left with no option but to support myself, to help myself, to love myself. For not a soul out there would do it for me. Nobody would be brave enough, strong enough, or committed enough to be there for me, what with all my quirks and attitudes. A long-term committment is difficult, if not impossible, for them, due to their various situations and duties. Which means my only recourse is to be alone.

But this is not a sign of permanent isolation. Far from it. I'm willing to open myself, to associate with others. I'm willing to let others join me, and if they wish to help me then I will welcome this and accept it. But for now, this is where I stand. This is a policy of austerity. This is a survival tactic. I must be alone, and stand up for myself, or else I will sink. With no offers of help or support from anyone, I must be strong and defend myself on my behalf. I must protect my interests by myself, using my own resources, my own manpower, and my own energy. I must do everything I can to keep myself safe, and to progress, by myself. For the mightiest man is mightiest alone, and I want to be the mightiest of them all.

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