In every age, and every country, the strong sharpen their blades, while the weak polish their wits. We are the weak. Now and hereafter, as we have always been. Indeed, nothing has changed for us. The strong may wield copies of our weapons, but those pale to the originals. That is because our weapons draw power from a cowardice born of pathetic weakness. It is because of our weakness that we possess the wisdom and experience to predict even the future. We are the proud weaklings who once tore out the throats of the strong as their overwhelming might drew them into complacency. We will live as the weak, fight as the weak, and defeat the strong as only the weak can. Accept that because we were born with nothing, we can become anything.
I wouldn't end my journey.
Desires can either bring you to a happy life, or trap you in a prison of eternity.