I am tempted by the idol of prestige.
I can't get rid of this object because it makes me seem more substantial.
I can't detach from that person because associating with her makes me seem more grand.
I can't reorganize my time because I value what looks good over what makes me happy.
But all that can'ting is a vicious, death-dealing lie.
Prestige is not what I want, in the end.
What do I want?
Help me to gather up what I want and to leave the rest behind.