Some of us have a little bit of “I want to save the world” complex.  I have spent most of my twenties thinking and believing it was a mission of mine to spread the good news and save others from their eternal doom. Yeah, I was arrogant and naive. I had to find out the hard way that it is impossible to save the world, at least it is impossible for one person to save the world. Who was I to think that a certain person needed saving? Who was I to judge another when I was drowning in my own crap.

So a funny thing happened. I realized that it isn’t a bad thing to have a “I want to save the world” complex.  I realized that it is okay if I save only one person, and it’s okay if that person is me.

And maybe, just maybe by saving myself, the world changes.