Possibly this whole enterprise is arrogant.
“We can’t all be superstars!” I hear you cry.
But surely one needs a certain amount of delusional self-belief to bear living this life?
If not propelled by the tiny wriggling suspicion/hope that oneself is a Very Special Person, who is just moments away from doing some Wondrous Thing, what the hell am I grinding forward for?
This is not to write off the infinite joys of friends, family, and love. (L♥VE!)
And then, eventually, my own family later.
But their lives are not mine, and I have to have some sparkle in my little bit of space-time, independent of anyone else. I don’t lust after e-textbooks citing my name in centuries to come, but in my own way I must do Something Special.
And if possible, it should be Absolutely Tremendously Fantastic!!