As Tolstoy once wrote something similar –

Never have I desired a calm course of existence.  For me, it seems excitement, perhaps even danger – opportunity for sacrifice of self for the love of life – such is my exhilaration…  Just the same, I have suffered not from my experience, but rather only in starvation thereof.  My trials – splendor of beauty.  My tribulations – super abundance.  What I see as the traditional, quiet, cannabalistic nature of the majority having never provided outlet for my levels of energy and love of life, I have chosen a life of the banal – a life of the sublime.  Pristine Passion, Pleading Perfection, Pangs of Pleasure, A Purple Peace…  Kindness to others, honor, integrity – ultimately, my only true obligation to myself.