You're dedicated to the whim of your success. If I could be you for a day, I'd tremble to the ectasy of being head first towards the era of the young but you drown in an emotional defeat. Burying yourself in the mist of have-nots. Creating a vibe that only leads to defeat. I can't tell you how much your worthiness is much alike to the nonexhistance of your soul, but I could acknowledge the fact that you were only dedicated to your own being and not the life who feeds on your known knowledge.