There is one personal moment that I remember that I felt like the world was litterally mine for the taking. I suffer from depression, and one semester I was getting slammed by 400-600 pages of reading a week, two papers a week, and weekly tests. It was a nightmare. I can remember struggling to get out of bed some mornings. There were a few days that I would find the energy to wake up early and do good amounts of school work. Those days I felt powerful, like I was in control.
That was nearly a years ago, but I still remember how I felt on those days.