victories in life

What is life but sum total of moments yearning for the ecstatic self to be lit with pride with a stronger reinforcement of faith in ones abilities?

I know of no more fruitful way to make my each day of my existence count than to witness, by the dawn of dusk, a slightly newer, more nuanced, more aware version of myself. Each day becomes a quiet quest to reveal and lift into the light those parts of myself that have long been buried, waiting to become a part of something greater than mere existence. Yet this revealing comes at a price of self ruin and sacrifice. For to dig deeper into the hollowed chambers of self to liven them up with a purpose, often comes with shunning the needs of that primitive self, the one of bones and flesh and hunger and desire.