Once I wanted to be a protector, a thinker, and even a maker yet I only ever managed to be a dreamer. Seeking power for myself led me to only see my weaknesses. Striving to be somebody I was faced to accept I am nobody.
Despite this echo of insignificance, I'm actually mentally stable and rationally optimistic. This is perhaps due to the longstanding goal I've always had in wanting to help people in a way that works for me. As I have yet to achieve this desired result. My past is not history, but rather prologue.