There comes a time when you stop caring. You stop thinking. And you’re past that fickle understanding of messed up stuff that happens all around you. You stop trying to figure out everything that’s wrong with your life and everyone else’s around yours. You stop being the bully and you stop being pushed around. You come a complete circle. And when you do? You feel so liberated that you just might fly. You realise that in the end,nothing really matters, afterall. All that ever mattered was your sanity. Sanity,which you had almost lost in trying to make everything right around you. Sanity,which you just might lose anyway if you don’t stop and search inside of you. Introspection is not hyped up. This shit is actually a necessity. And,this can put a stop to your mulling about all the universe’s problem and focus on your own self. Because you come to realise that being selfish is not that bad in the long run,maybe. You do need to be selfish, you know. For that sanity. For that conscience. For yourself. Because that’s what matters. That’s all that really mattered. That’s all that will ever matter.