the world surrounds us with its hate

I guess there’s benefits to being honest, even if there are a few pitfalls.  I’m not sure which there is more of…but I’m leaning towards more vices.  I like to keep things secret, because I’ve always been that type of guy that likes to do things on his own from start to finish, because I believe in the motto, “If you want something done right, you got to do it yourself.”  No one, other than you, knows what is best for you.  Whether you’re embarking on life, or starting a project, every story starts with a vision, and that vision, whether intensely-detailed or vague and unclear, is one that only the owner can grasp.  Without your map, how will anyone else arrive at the destination?  Problem is, if you let people in on hurdles, obstacles, and problems in your life, they try to help.  Think about it this way – someone comes up to you on the street, and tells you that they are poor.  The first thing that will cross your mind is that they are asking for money.   You might then ask yourself if you are prepared to hand over the said currency.  Humans, naturally, assume that if they are to lend an ear to your problems, they must also lend a hand.  And for the most part it’s true.    People go to others not only for a talk but also for help.  It’s this weird cycle, for me.  I don’t go to people about my problems, because when I do, they try to help.  But when I do end up forking over my pride and talking to people about my problems, its usually because that’s the point I need help at. 

I guess the latter of the cases is where I have been for quite awhile.