The world thinks me stupid to waste my energy on the invisible unprovable promise of prophetic line, so what?
The world says flaunt yourself to make an impact to maximise profit, to sell, sell, sell your way to hell: so what?
Am I sorry? Sorry not to have sold my intelligence quotient of 164 for the pile of gold it could have bought, absolutely not, so what?
I have made mistakes and I approach my destiny free from worry. The mark of sanity is to be able to stop. I don’t have to make a fool of myself trying to fit any more into the impossible expectations of deniers or expecters, so what?