Individualism is for cynics.
I wish my father would start living. He wastes time. Every month he pushes, resentment builds. I refuse to carry the weight. But, he deserves more. How he gives and where he is from astonishes. He has shown me how external influences make a necessary difference. We CAN pick each other up. When we believe in each other, we can more easily believe in ourselves. We are all springboards. We are all gymnasts. Why not work together? Individualism is for cynics.
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