You will never be a hero. No matter what you do, or how hard you try, you will never be able to protect them. You are not a superhero, nor are any of us. We are all common people, living our lives as normal human beings, but all sharing the common trait of weakness. In your mind, you may be the savior of the world, but face it, it's in your head. You cannot save everyone. You cannot protect anyone. Every single person on this Earth is at risk during every hour of every day. Embed this message in your brain: you are not safe. You can't protect the people you love, and they can't protect you. Sometimes you just want t laugh at the idea of protection. It simply doesn't exist. Even if you stand between a bullet and a body, that body will still die. Everyone dies, and that, the entity that is the Grim Reaper, laughs in the face of protection.
>TheArgentPanda< First Written on September 12, 2019
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