For the first fifty years of my life, I felt like I was kind of a spectator. Success seemed to be a flicker of hope out in the distance, while satisfaction seemed to be a fleeting butterfly just out of reach. I had a persistent sense of not living up to my full potential, which kept pushing me to admit that I was having trouble doing so. The ugly voice in my head quickly joined mine.
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