You've got one life to live. You choose how you want to spend your time and who you want to spend it with. You choose a profession and you choose where you'll live and the lifestyle you want to lead. You imagine the perfect end to a perfect life filled with perfectly happy memories. You think what a wonderful world we live in where I can consciously decide on my own future and how it should all play out. A world where I can assess my skills and talents and plan accordingly to maximize my success in all things. But you forget that the word perfect is just that, a word. Does it even exist? Have you ever beheld a perfect sphere or a perfectly beautiful rose? How about a perfectly symmetric snowflake falling delicately onto the palm of a perfectly innocent child? Or perhaps a prefectly inspiring rainbow, viewed through the perfectly cut edges of a perfect prism? Why strive to fulfill a fantasy that isn't even based on anything existing in our own reality? Why push oneself to achieve something that isn't even there? The world is a far more frightening place than we let ourselves envision. We spend our days comforting ourselves by trying to fathom another world in which we are safe. A world where all our hopes and dreams will, beyond a shadow of a doubt, be realized. It's a waste of time but in truth, it is the best way to waste one's time. I'll continue to dream of all the things I might some day do and of the wonderful memories I'll amass. But when I reach the end I'm pretty damn sure I'll have done it all wrong and that it won't be enough. I will never realize the lofty goals I set for myself in life. I guess it doesn't really matter though. After all, no one wins in life. There are only players who are all governed and limited by the same rules. I wish I could break the rules.