Being hasty is the recklessness of the youth. It’s been a factor that’s been given again and again from the elderly down to the bright eyed hopeful youth for ages. Don’t be reactionary, take the time you need to think things through. But they never do, do they? Just push on head strong into the world without a care for injury or others.

It’s only then that they learn of the crash and burn when they fumble it. When you make the mistake you can’t quickly fix, and those consequences come crashing down on you.

And you’re quite familiar with it, aren’t you Destructo? A bragging big shot that’s brushed off everyone on a quest to find his own dad’s murderer, carrying that big weight on your shoulders of proving to be your own person. You built yourself up on that ideal, forming this reckless jackass of a persona and treating everyone around you like a shit you step in.

Bet it felt good on so many levels to try and treat them like you felt like you had been before. And despite that feeling, where are you now? You’ve been knocked on your ass, forced to give an apology to the world around you. That biting sting of a beatdown for an apology, and no matter how much that belt weighs you know that loss of pride will haunt you.

If only you had just been open to others in the first place, you could have had that long before that part. Hasty actions done poorly only spell your doom.

Take it from the expert of hasty movements. I’ve been there when the instinct to react hastily has struck out, and I’ve paid for the dumb ones. Every beatdown, every punch and wound inflicted on me because I made gut instinct decisions, and threw myself into harms way. I’ve watched people I’ve called family die around me because of them, I’ve taken more beatdowns than most people here because of them.

And yet, despite the pain, I keep making them. I’ve been asked why, again and again. People have tried to break me finding out why I’d even waste the time to leap into the fray, wondering if get involved for the truth again and again.

The answer? Because there’s more people alive now than there would be if I chose to be reserved. That when I make hasty actions, there’s someone else’s life on the line. They’re never just about me. I didn’t save Savor because I thought it would benefit me in the long run. I rushed in without hesitation because it was one against six, and it was the right thing to do.

So take it from one jackass that’s made an entire life of leaping into the fire in a moment’s notice to another. You make those choices acting on your own decisions, they’ll make you apologize to the world again and again, and make you look like a tool each time.

Leap for others, and they’ll call you a hero.