

At what exact median, I wonder, exists the ideal state of mind between between lowdown self-loathing and wildly confident optimism? Or is it an ongoing struggle for the victory of the true self?
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At what exact median, I wonder, exists the ideal state of mind between between lowdown self-loathing and wildly confident optimism? Or is it an ongoing struggle for the victory of the true self?