Everyone is insecure, and it is from this weakness that the capacity for grace comes forth. Its a daily struggling, in the face of nonchalance and and shallow oblivion, to reaffirm your identity. I am learning that I am quite happy with my weakness and insecurity - they make me real.

The problem arises when you are insecure about your insecurities.

Glappy was right.
How does a Nation content itself with such little depth?