Solitude has a way of making you think. When you have idle time on your hands, your mind starts to play tricks on you. Your self-worth diminishes as time passes you by. The problems of others start to preoccupy your mind. When you live vicariously through others, damaged, and drama-laden as they are, you start to find solutions and cures for their ills. Perhaps you can't solve your own problems, but you can sometimes be a savior to others. I am in full hero-mode now. All my own issues lay in waste, for I have not the answers to those. But I can save the rest of my world with my good intentions. Can't I?