The world is full of people clambering for success, the last thing it “really needs” is my own golden success.
What do I mean?
I feel like I am getting broken down, piece by piece, day after day, month after month, year after year. Eventually there will be nothing left of me; no ego, no desire for fame, no need for personal significance, nothing that requires me to snatch and take for myself.
Perhaps then, I will be ready to tell a truly good story.
Yes, you can do anything in this life, but not everything is good.
Our creative dreams, need to be about something other than ourselves for them to be of any lasting value at all.