I've spoken a bit about this before on here, I'm sure. When I was a child, I used to think I was the main character in the world. I think it all came down to that fact that I felt I had a pretty comfortable life. I used to see pictures of all the children in warzones and those starving and think, 'What makes me special? Here I am in Scotland, no war, enough to eat, clothes, a house, we're not rich but I'm fine'. I always thought that the chances of living such a 'charmed' life (or so it seemed in comparison with those kids elsewhere) were pretty small, so I was somehow chosen to be here and was special. The notion of being the only real person in the world was preferable to me. I cared so much about the suffering of others, that maybe I thought it was better to think they weren't real at all, as there was so little I could do to help. I don't feel like that these days, but I still think I'm pretty lucky.
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"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiatic about." Charles Kingsley