Great story for the post feminist American career girl trying to find balance in an increasingly stressful and alienating urban world.

As we go through our daily bounty of beauty and bread, a large number of factors constitute our lives.  We operate on many layers and receive very many influences from our minds, our bodies, our histories, our families, our cities, our souls. We become an ever-evolving assortment of numerous physiological, psychological, genetic, cultural, astrological, karmic, evolutionary, dietary, hormonal, philosophical, seasonal, environmental, divine and chemical factors…

But even in this titanic mania of frenzied factors and synchronized chaos, never forget that once, in an unguarded moment, I recognized myself as a friend. And in a strange interior gesture of friendship, there’s always a lending hand of me to myself, when nobody else is around to offer solace, saying:

“I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night or haunt the hallways at dawn. I will stay with you. If you are moody or ailing and need medication. I will love you still. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you til you die, and after your death, I will still protect you. I am stronger than depression and braver than loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.”