No one is me(rri)er than me but am I who I want to be?

I don't know to what extent cognitive dissonance, in particular sour grapes, is influencing my daily decisions even those of writing this blog. I don't know for how long I will be haunted by the comfort zones that I have learned to build so effectively wherever I settle yet misprize for the sense of adventure and vigor that they slowly suck off my mortal life. I don't know whether I should be eternally grateful for what I have become or more grateful for all the things I have not become. No one is meer than me but am I who I want to be? 

Alas

Alas, I have cloyed you too!


Indeed, but I had no other choice as I have been cloyed myself until serendipity guided me towards you, a needle in a haystack. .