Protection

I was always protected. When I fell, I would be lifted onto my feet again. When I cried, I would be given support and love. When I was upset, things changed until I was no longer upset.

This sounds like I'm describing a spoiled child, but it was much more that no one has ever wanted me to cry.

Which may or may not be "spoiled".

But this makes me feel as though I should be taken care of for the rest of my life. Like I am owed a certain amount of care and protection and love from those surrounding me.

How arrogant of me to demand protection. While I am perfectly capable of protecting myself, I still lean upon others for their protection of me. I'm realizing it's a study of how valuable I am to that individual and, therefore, the world. If someone steps in and protects me from sadness and fear, they value me as a happy spirit. A contribution to society and their own lives.

If left alone, I am nothing.


Self-worth is a stupid, pointless argument when I'm my own biggest obstacle.