Should I?

You dream of opportunity, how you would seize it and force the situation to submit to to your obvious superiority. When actually presented you see how sophomoric those dreams were. How in actuality you would only come to rue how you managed to rend the situation into a failure that was forever suffused into your very well being. You then begin to shirk the process of even attempting to capture what lies before you. Thinking thoughts that are dramatically self-effacing, justifying the vacuous and slavish life you live. Leaving the revelry at just that. Only leading to a further sort of stoicism that portended the monotony in which you dwell. Continuing your life of nonchalance and grand yet unidentifiable obliquity. That is of course until you realize all of this and feel a pall that temporarily paralyzes you. That you do not simply want to do this but you must out of perforce. Perhaps this attempt would become your opus, perhaps even your savior from the nefarious vestige that is you. This was all abstract of course, impossible by anyone's standards, but with the proper volition who is to say what is impossible and possible? Who is to determine the capabilities of another being. Dream of extol. Dream of infallibility. Just dream, and follow the contents of these dreams to the end of existence.