It all depends on how you look at it. I'm enthroned in stress watching 2 generations of my family disappear and the Wild Boy has been chosen to be the rock.

I could choose to envision it as a weight drowning me in expectation or I can picture myself as being unaffected by the slings and arrows to protect other.

Luckily I choose duty over the resplendencies of self.

If I can maintain my balance anyone can.