I traded the plan I built to impress people for the one I'm not afraid to die having lived.

I had the grades, the plan, the approval of everyone — and I was completely empty. I thought achievement would finally fill it.

When the acceptance letter I'd chased for years left me feeling nothing, and I finally asked what I was actually for.

Less impressive on paper. Unrecognizably better in the mirror. I sleep now.

The world will clap for a life that's slowly killing you. He's offering one that's actually yours.