It is sheer folly to steer one's life by the vagaries of windswept emotion, but I often find myself unwilling to resist the delights of self-indulgent catharsis. An anguished hope, lodging deep and stubborn, insists my existence must surely bring the fulfillment of great purpose.
Guilt always follows swiftly on the heels of such thinking. Pride demands too much! I wonder, will I ever be content with my humble lot? Until the next time lofty dreams inspire me to reach for undeserved heights, I wallow in the conviction that I have wrecked what meager potential I may have once possessed.
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