There are times I feel mired in mediocrity. I don’t know why I can’t see all the prospects that cling to me. There are times I feel condemned to my place, in the middle of the human race, lucky and unlucky with my humanity, ashamed that I complain that I have too little, when I have so much. I know I am the God of myself. The choice is mine to rise above and not to sink, to choose the space where I can think about my own free will and reject the bonds from my own free mind, that seek to bind me as a slave to mediocrity.

It doesn’t matter which life you ultimately pick, only that you live it well.