People spend their whole lives dependant on others.
We seek to exert control over the uncontrollable,
We admire the shapers!
The formers!
The conquerors!
Who are able to bend their surroundings to their will.
This is the primal human nature to want to exert our will over others.
This is the most basic manifestation of yourself and the farthest away from your true self, only hints of what you truly are and desire and be derived from it.
But we fail to look where these desires come from, we see only their murky manifestation of them. Yet we follow them blindly, fighting against the tide, fighting to form what we do not exert control over to be what we (thing we) want it to be.
This control and power is empty, for it is not true growth.
It offers you nothing while at the same time putting you in a situation of a addict. Always chasing the dragon, chasing the shadowy ideal you do not understand but you somehow feel "if I could just try a little harder".
Being dependant on something you do not control (yourself is the only thing you can hope to control fully) puts you at the mercy of the world.