Hi, I'm ________ _______, a ghost among the living. I am a spirit, nothing more than an apparition wandering among animate beings. All normal people instinctively fulfill their destiny, while without a natural instruction manual I remain divided from others. It's as if a glass border limited me only to observe, without ever interacting. This is the story of my continued state of death. My first recognition of my non-existence was at school. Then it became clear that I don't fit in with everyone else. Desperate, I searched for a role model to guide me. I was convinced that I had finally succeeded; however, contrary to what I believed, I had achieved nothing. For this reason I demolished my empty empire and donated all the proceeds. In the spirit of altruism I dedicated everything to my children, but it was useless in the search for myself. I am a flaw, a failure. I have never been able to meet the requirements that constitute a life. Given these points, let's go back to the beginning. No matter what I did, I always screwed up when it came to my education. I thought the purpose of school was to learn. Learning history, gaining knowledge of all vocations, discovering how the world works; the school seemed so charming. I dedicated hours to my studies. I went above and beyond to do well academically. My colleagues definitely didn't approve. “No Life Loser” my classmates sang. I shamefully graduated as valedictorian with a GPA of 4.500. My humiliating academic career did not end there. I graduated first in my class with a doctorate from Harvard. Only later did I discover that I had missed the university experience. Despite all my successes, I still wasn't successful. All my hard work has done nothing but diminish my e......middle of paper......ed more preferable. Never before had the distinction between everyone else and myself been so clear. The only difference is that no one pretends to care that there's a dead body among them. My body started to shut down just like my mind. All my mistakes kept spinning in my head, continuously streaming my disaster documentary. Only at the end did I finally understand how to live a life. Don't get enlightened because it's not important. Don't enjoy it because it's not essential. Don't act as an individual because it's overrated. Don't succeed because it doesn't make a difference. Don't start a family because it holds you back. I am not a loser, a waste of life, a charlatan, a corpse. This is the end of my days and I have yet to live a single one. However, for something to end, I suppose it would have to have a beginning.