"It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."

What I want for myself I want for everyone

I had a lot on my mind trying to put together some kind of plan for my wayward self. The future seemed made of matchsticks, fragile as a house of cards. Where would I go now? Who would I be? Would I be me or somebody else?

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.