To properly drop off the hangover of past day regrets and start generating newborn self-esteem

It could be the longest title I've ever come up with.

Where to begin?
After all the waiting I have lost what it takes to tell the story right.
So let's skip to the end.

The outcome was......boring.
I cannot find a metaphoric way to explain it.
Good or bad, I no longer have the precise measure to distinguish any of them.
Saved from trouble, I guess I was, yet there's not much to be assured, since the general outcome itself is not so ideal, or glorious, to any extent.

So how do you justify yourself and your seemingly newborn passion and diligence?
Now that every excuse or theory that'd back up the falsely built drive to live a life is not available anymore, what do you say to tell yourself that it is okay?
And is it okay?
What to do if it is? and what if it isn't?