"I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! - Emily Dickinson" Conquering something, yet achieving nothing. How does that feel to you? When you're conquering something, you must feel some pleasure of some sort. Happiness and greatness. But... what about the outcome of everything? Did you achieve something satisfying, or did it lead you to despair...(?) or ultimate fear (?) I'm not a philosophical person, nor am I a person who likes to think. I'm more of that ordinary person who thinks about themselves and their present not future. About all the achievements they tried to get. ... More likely, I'm just a writer in need of the ability to believe in myself. That's the most truth of everything.