I can't say I'm an angel, but the 19 years of my life have been tame, a bit timid if you will, with generally sound decisions. I'm quiet and reserved, and when I talk I'm polite.
That's been an okay existence. No senseless drama, double-dealings and all this social politics everyone seemingly chooses to deal with. I learned to cope with the loneliness by being introverted.
Fast-forward to 2008. Both parents dead. Alone, stuck in a foreign country. I see people rise from drug-addled stupor, and almost at a whim become overnight successes. I see people who smoke for 82 years outlive young adults who never touched a cigarette.
I keep asking myself: "why tip-toe through life only to safely arrive at death?"
I've been doing irresponsible things lately. Skipping work, sitting home and just writing my novels and whatever I like.
Am I being a horrible, selfish person?
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