Seeking Greatness

I just googled a handful of childhood schoolmates. Perhaps it was an exercise for my own self-esteem, who knows. I am in awe and markedly impressed. My childhood peers have gone on to become finance specialists, engineers, computer geeks, surgeons, and attorneys. I feel numb, simply numb. Is this where I ought to be in life? Like the Jones'? Reminds me a bit of that feeling one gets after watching a great movie and then the credits roll. You almost feel stupid to stand up and enter back into your own world of banal and insignificance after having just seen the extraordinary moments of a giant before your eyes.

In some sense, I guess I've allowed my ideology, or lashing out at others', to take hold and put the rest of me on the back burner. It's that existential crisis again, to be or not to be.

"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,"

Willy seemed to poke at this question more than a few times. Do I seize the day or cease this day?