We often have a chip on our shoulders. When we really self reflect on the reason we do things, is it because it is something that defines us or is it because we want others to validate our worthiness?
“The whole world is sick…we’ve all got this pathetic need to be seen. We’re a bunch of fucking toddlers trying to get attention.”
Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins
When we think about what really worries us, that is where our treasure is. So what is it? Is our treasure ours or is it someone else’s?