The thing to do is to exploit the meaning of the life you have.
And the mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos against which that pattern was conceived. That goes for societies as well as for individuals.
And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own.
...and yet I am what they think I am.
My hole is warm and full of light.
That which we remember is, more often than not, that which we would like to have been; or that which we hope to be. Thus our memory and our identity are ever at odds; our history ever a tale told by inattentive idealists.