The Noble Prize Speech

May the story of the man who sold paper express your glory, may it be a clear path to you, the source of contentment and joy through the forest of temptation, greed, and self-aggrandisement. 

To the masses, when I appeared strong, my soul was crumbling. My ego a perpetually incomplete patchwork quilt of achievements, accolades, compliments, and praise; a hole always present, a piece forever missing. So I chased. 

But now I have surrendered. I am a meek, humble servant. The constant striving has ceased, and the turbulent waters of my soul are now calm. I have accepted the peace and tranquility that has been freely given, the patchwork quilt exchanged for a completed blanket. 

Like the masses, I do what is right and popular and do not engage in what is wrong and unpopular. 

I now aim to hit the mark, to be obedient to the still, small voice, its source always with me, giving me the strength to refrain from what is wrong and popular. Its source going before me, giving me the courage to do what is right and unpopular, to give away what is perceived as valuable.