Only after ten years of crushing poverty which culminated in the unmitigated horror of 2016 and 2017. This time last year I had to steal food from my boss's dogs to survive. Ever fought an angry doberman and a german shephard with a stick over some leftover mystery meat?
My point is it's only now, after a lifetime of misery I got launched into the stratosphere and finally feel alive again.
I wish all of you find your own place and achieve your own triumph over the forces that have humiliated and ruined you. I've been through hell, and I know how many of you are suffering. These are strange times and I'm certain this is some kind of purgatory phase for many people. My struggle merely ended in 2018, others will emerge victorious as well. But I'm going into metaphysics and prophecy now, tl;dr.