By what yardstick?

No matter what I do or who I become there will only be two great accomplishments in my life. The first is my birth, and the second is my death. With my birth I passed into the dream that is existence. There is no world but what I see and what I believe. Should I choose to disbelieve some part of existence I cannot. For, like Pandora's box, once I have seen the results of my dream they cannot be undone. The world is a turbulent place, full of strife and suffering, and for this I am sorry. But my mind is a storm and from a great distance it may seem organized, like a theory of chaos, in truth we are all on the ground. We cannot see anything from a great distance because we are here and we live in the passing of now. We can imagine what our lives might seem like from an objective viewpoint, but it is only that, the imagination of ourselves. A dream within a dream. Though we may all be here together on this planet, we are actually alone within the dream that each of us creates day by day, everyone simultaneuously a bit player in each others' play.