The tragedy of human life often becomes comedy simply because our whole lives could be so radically improved if only a small step was taken to put our inadequacies behind us. Once this is done, we would easily be able to take any steps from that point.
The painful truth is that a man does not feel remorse and then become unhappy, but only feels remorse when he is already unhappy. The man who is growing and succeeding and discovering is too happy to feel remorse for remorse wishes the past were different, but success is far too busy with the present and the future.
The feeling of my life has been one of existential exhaustion: of an absolute desire to give up on combat.
It gives me some small comfort to think that long after the last star in our galaxy has ceased to burn, these words will still wander aimlessly through space burning with rancor.