I have endured insults of the ones I have loved, I have put others before me regardless of whoever it was, and I have been dismayed. Because none of it mattered in the end. I was villainized anyway by the righteous world that I never dared condemn. Because I never pointed at anyone’s disability or wrongdoings. I was supportive because I never wanted those around me to lose their confidence or be self-conscious or stop believing in themselves.
Perhaps I made a terrible mistake. People, it appears develop a habit of always being right. I have been wrong too and I accept. But at least I never pointed a finger at anyone else while overlooking the hurt I caused others. Being altruistic would get you nowhere. Literally nowhere. It’s a selfish world.
It’s easier to overlook the hurt you caused others than the hurt they caused you.
And here I sit, the epitome of villainy, writing myself out.