I can't be my critic. My friends and the people who know me can define me best. But I want to become like the Daffodils from Wordsworth poem "For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils"
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