Help-Seeking, Self-Seeking, Self-Helping

Written on my birthday, as a reminder/gift to myself: 

A desperate man was alone in the middle of a forest, surrounded by abysses, wild animals, and trees higher than five stories buildings. He couldn't ignore the fear that slowly creeped in as he realised; he was lost. After some thousands steps he couldn't tell where exactly he was anymore. So he cried for help. When nobody answered, he cried even louder - that was when he heard someone cry back for help. He ran looking for the voice, until, after a while, he realised it was his own echo. 

Before realising that it was his own echo, who was shouting back at him, this desperate man was, for a little while, cheered, knowing that somebody else was there, no matter if that somebody was there to help him or that somebody was simply there.

Loud to the universe, my birthday resolution is to start to reverb only beautiful echoes within the walls of my body, or simply be there. For me. 

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