But what if I am blind? What if I am so numb that could feeling nothing even pain? What if I am poor to death, to stink, to disability of movement? What if I know nothing about Shakespeare?
There is no way to avoid the mess. The mess you made of your life, of your body, of your sanity, by giving everything you have to pleasing people you will never know. Do you like this life? This life that you dreamed about?