I sometimes wonder if we go through our lives so fixed on an unreachable ideal that failure is inevitable and personal doubt consequential. I'm not necessarily talking about the whole "two kids and yard" principal, but rather the vision that we set out for ourselves when we are young; the storybook comic strip that plays out like a vintage vignette in our heads, containing what our life will be like "as an adult." Maybe a firefighter pulling struggling victims out of a burning apartment building, or a lawyer fighting for the pursuit of justice in the court of law. It's difficult to come to terms with the harsh realities of reality. I think we all like to go to this place in our minds where we are somewhere else, someone else. As inherently narcissistic as the human race proves itself to be, we need reassurance that we have purpose in society, that we, at least partially, subscribe to social norms. Is the Joe Schmo, middle-management, unhappily married guy with two resentful children and a heap full of debt really normal? All I know is that I want to leave a bigger footprint in this life than a URL history on my hard drive and performance evaluation at my place of employment.