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No One Is Going To Save You, You Have To Learn To Save Yourself.
Life is hard and at times cruel!
The statement “No one is going to save you.” when heard will send shivers down your spine. Why? Because deep inside we all know that we are alone in this world. That our whole life is the way it is because of the decisions we have made along the way until now.
It is so scary when you realize that you are the only person responsible for you and everything you do in it. Your Parents will not save you, your friends will not save you, your job will not save you etc, I can go on and on the further you go down that Rabbit Hole the more lonelier it gets. People may not even realize how alone they really are as they look for authority figures for answers and instead are made to decipher riddles which have no answers.
I came to recognize the “No one will come to save you.” statement while I was very young. Growing up in the Bronx you learn this statement very quickly as we see all the negativity around us and how many of the innocent get caught up in situations that they could not get out of. Many with hands up in the air praising God for help, yelling and screaming for so called community leaders to step up and help while blood, drugs and death fill those streets. While those people waited patiently for someone to come anyone in the end they were left to fend for themselves. In the end you either learned how to survive and close yourself off or die.
I always wondered why no on came to help clean up the neighborhoods, why did I have to walk through once full neighborhoods where people once were to avoiding walking down that block because what is left are just old burned out shells of buildings that were once someone’s home. Where Dopeheads are running around looking for their next hit, and Hoes strutting their wares up and down the street while their Pimp is steady watching her, making sure she she’s working that “Tang”. Stick up kids running around watching for their next “Lick” waiting to catch you slipping so you can be facing the dangerous end of a Pistol. Or having my Mother walk us to school every morning while she carried a “Butcher’s Knife” in her bag because she heard about the “Son of Sam”
Life is cruel! I would say to myself. Why do I have to endure this negativity and what good…
