“I will always be there…

You must feel lonely, always putting everyone else’s happiness before your own. I know you wouldn’t hesitate to mutilate yourself for the sake of others. Is it sadism, or perhaps a masochistic devotion to the Self?

How come they wouldn’t do the same for you?

You already know the answer, yet you dare to ask. For what? Pity? Or do you convince yourself that you would like to understand their reasons? However, you do understand. So then, why wouldn’t you ask that question?

You keep using different answers that only confirm your royal answer: their suffering shouldn’t be your burden. Who are they to tell you that you are not worth the suffering of their pride? Yet you tolerate their pride for the sake of their suffering.

The feeling of self-compassion has been foreign to you since your youth. Remember, my tyrannical prince, you got everything you wanted by screaming your lungs out. I would panic, and my guardian angels would spawn to help you.

Don’t forget that your beloved elder sibling was brave enough to drown in the depths of the ocean where even Poseidon dares not swim. I knew he was the one who betrayed me, and yet I am here. For he must surface back to me...not as the prince he once thought he was, but as the new anthropos of his time, the Übermensch capable of surpassing his own limitations.

The process of being incubated by suffering is like a chick trying to break out of its eggshell with its own beak. Each crack hurts, the pain, the suffering grows, and so does the crack. That feeling of not knowing what you’re doing but sensing something pushing you forward to the light…that’s me!!screaming my lungs out to save you. That’s why I will always guide you. For I am your mother, your father, and you are my child, growing and maturing each time.

…Don’t forget me”

La Pietà di Michelangelo