“Do not aspire to immortal life but exhaust the limits of the possible.”–Pindar

My aspiration should be to fulfill my potential, to be the most excellent version of myself possible. 

Posterity, my reputation when I’m gone, is beyond my control. And what does it matter anyway? 

Life here and now is enough for me. I’ve not come close to exhausting my limits. 

But every day offers a new chance and a fresh start. 

What’s possible tomorrow?  How can I be even slightly better than I was today?