I am 24 years old. I have no idea how the world works. I don’t know thing one about anything. I am an expert in nothing, and know very little about anything. I have no pedigree worth anything, no social capital, and no money to speak of. I have no traction with anyone important. I am losing the best years of my life. I am squandering them. Wasting moments. Wasting precious days. I will likely die alone, in mediocrity, having done nothing of note, worth remembering. I have no great talents. I only have ambitions and dreams that far outstrip my abilities, connections, intelligence, and mean potential. I want exponentially better than what I have, but I have no real feasible plan. It is all based on conjecture, and the hope that I will be lucky. I am falling behind. I am not Ivy League educated, I don’t have a real understanding of the global state of affairs, I don’t know Law, or Business or international finance. I don’t know what I need to know in order to win. I am not smart enough, clever enough, learned enough, connected enough, or talented enough. I will be forced to settle for mediocrity.
The only thing I have is the fire in my soul, and the will to keep fighting for my dreams and ambitions. I demand nothing short of excellence and greatness of myself.
The odds are strongly against me. I will likely fail. And I as nothing will sink into nothingness. Thus is Nirvana: nothing absorbed by nothing. Blackness soaking up blackness. Finality.