The tragedy of life is that you chose to remain nailed to the cross of mediocrity, never heeding the pleas of the soul to walk toward the future Self that was waiting for you on the other side.

Instead, you chose to rot, sauntering through lackadaisical days within the asylum of do-nothingness. And now, you have no one to blame, no one to curse, no one to spit at, but yourself.

Now accept your rightful damnation, you wretched sloth.