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I'm human, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes all the time,which I'm already fine doing and just try to be the best as I can. And that I was true to myself. I am content with nothing, restless and ambitious... and I despise myself for the vanity, which formed half the stimulus to my exertions. Oh would that I were one of those plodding wise fools who having once set their hand to the plough go on nothing doubting. When I feel good about myself, things start happening for myself. When you look up, you go up.I know it when I don't know it. Sometimes I know it when I don't think I know it. I need to trust myself in these moments, these rare moments of self-doubt. I am confident that nobody...