Everything about me falls short. My efforts, my promises, my hopes, my dreams, my goals, my conquests, my commitments, my perseverance; everything. I have had my moments. Moments, where I have loved myself to the point of obsession. And moments when I have thought of one quick and fast end. But in the end my sense of self always overcame it. My conscience pulls me out of stupor everytime. Either through a strong dose of reality check or through someone’s smile.