The cherry on top...

How many of us stop short of success on purpose? How many of us sabotage our own happiness because failure, while miserable, is a fear we're familiar with? Success, however, dreams come true, are a whole new kind of terrifying, an entire new species of responsibilities and disillusions, requiring a new way to think, act and become. Why do I really want to quit? Because it's hopeless? Or because it's possible?

Oh life, how oft he throws you off and think, enough, enough of life in so much. Here's a cause for rupture; herein he must break with life, or be himself unworthy; here he is wronged, maimed, spoiled for aspiration: farewell life! And so, as a froward babe, I hide my eyes and think all ended. Then, life calls to me in some transformed, apocryphal, new voice. Above me, or below me, or around. Perhaps I name it nature's voice, or the universe. Tricking myself, because I am more ashamed to own my compensations than my griefs. Still, life's voice! Still, I make my peace with life.