Life is a small circle. It is so small that sometimes you will actually be surprised by how little you can say about IT.
If there is such a thing we can rightly describe as a progress at all, it will be the achievement inside, the realization that you may attain about yourself, about the limitation of your own ability and capability.
Consciousness is a moral concept. It always comes with an ought, a conception of who one is, something that always comes with a shame, a guilt or a lie.
How to live another day without deceiving yourself? That's a serious question.