I think part of my university experience has been trying to find that for myself. To have a moment of deep pride in my accomplishments.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
It started grating on me so much, that I felt irrationally angry whenever I had my lamp on and realised that the Feeble Light was still on, doing his best to grace me with his presence. Yet, he was so dim I did not idea he was there.