In my private journals, I would often jokingly refer to myself as a mini Doctor Faustus, as there never seemed to be enough knowledge, never enough experience, never enough love, and never enough happiness for me. However much I gained – and I have been blessed – I always wanted more.
Trying to find the right measure, there have been times when I paid a dear price for some of my actions. Others, I peeked at the brink of eternity. Being the face that launched a thousand ships is overrated, I would rather be the messed-up compass.