In the end we have to justify our existence to ourselves
There’s no escaping it. There is no one singular purpose that someone or something can give us. It’s just us by ourselves when it comes down to it
Can we accept ourselves for who we are – do we see ourselves as adequate or does the world have a hold of our minds and hearts demanding every inch of our being to be explained and made useful
In the end it’s just to ourselves we have to explain ourselves to. It’s to our selves we need to be right for. Are we achieving what we want. Being who we want. Doing what we want.