Greatness

So I guess life will always be defined, not by its achievements, but by its tragic and persistent self-loathing landfalls. This is where I am, and the anxieties and compulsive obsessions that run thick like mud through my family have once again attacked my pride and my sanity. So, now I’ve found that I must just figure out my life. Perhaps I just need to learn to live it on my own terms. I need not ascribe myself to that American dream. After all, it is no more than an available option, not the expectation.

I really pray that this is the case. And I just hope that when I am upon my death bed, I will finally sleep soundly with the person I am, the things I’ve done, and the values I’ve held.