Help

All my life I have been too proud to ask for help. Or should I say, too reluctant. Always, without fail. No matter how big or small the crisis, I never went to anybody ever. Always trying to figure it out on my own.

Occasionally I got creamed along the way due to this. I wasted a lot of time figuring out stuff I could have simply asked; I took decisions on my own, when the advise of others didn't sound convincing.
Some things you just don't learn I guess. Maybe one is made a certain way, that can't be undone. Somewhere deep down, I think the burden of satisfying my ego hinged upon me being independent. If you ask for help, you are not good enough.
And this isn't the worst part. Somewhere along the way, I realised something was wrong. And another realisation followed this one; it was already too late. Even if I decide to change from now on, it'll take too long to actually be able to do it. Moreover, I cannot undo the things I have already done. Those actions, the results of which have so far steered the course of my life, I just can't go back and undo them.
Everybody wants a fresh start, a clean slate, a second chance. And everybody knows .. it ain't coming.
There is no heroism in being on your own all the time.
I recall the title song from the Sitcom Scrubs ..
Well, I know what I've been told
You've got to work to feed the soul
But I can't do this all on my own
No, I know
I'm no Superman