Addicted to LIFE

There came a moment in my life when I ceased the performance of being someone else—and simply chose to be myself. I’m just who I am.

I am flawed, impatient, selfish, driven by emotion, filled with imperfections, but I found a deeper kind of love—for myself.

My world revolves around me. My universe begins and ends with me. Call it selfishness, but it is the raw truth.

And here lies the paradox: many will judge, while unknowingly breathing the same contradictions. The very qualities they deny in others, they cradle quietly within themselves.

In all my searching, I have yet to meet a being untouched by the echo of self-interest—true selflessness. It simply doesn’t exist in nature.

I have seen it, I have seen a lot.