Fanciful Disaster

There was a moment of inspiration just now.

Something flickered across my mind, an awareness of dissatisfaction with life - my life. I remember standing on the railing a top the tallest building, exhausted from the battle to get there. I could see my feet, bare, spatulated as they clung to the railing at the edge of it all. I felt the familiar ache of my joints as they urgently worked to stretch for balance, extending to lengths and measures long forgotten with the passing of years. I knew -what was it? - I knew that this life was void of any real and enduring victory. I remember the clear and final choice to fall, to plummet eternally downward and land in mediocrity.

Strange. Why did I feel that I had ascended to anything but?