If I knew what to say, I'd be speaker.

Interesting thing, life. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a sage, but I'm not really that good at it so I may as well just lie. I call it interesting in that I find myself caught in the crossroads of trying to drown myself in stories that aren't mine, yet they are entertaining; and trying to make my own stories, some of which are not really that entertaining. Voraciously devouring the lives of other people, fictious or otherwise. Yet my own life isn't near as exciting.... So I believe. I'm not a starship pilot, but I can shoot a gun. I haven't seen the bottom of the ocean, but I have seen the cherry blossoms in May. I'm glad I haven't killed a man...Yet, though I have seen people die. It's an odd conundrum, life. More often than not I find myself more entertained at the other exploits of a child than the triumph of me.

Is the grass really greener or do I need to mow my yard. Are the Jones really competing with me or am I just caught up in their stories and want to have them for my own. Is it "What would your hero do?" or "What needs to be done?" In the end I guess it's you that you have to live with, so why copy somebody else's success? At least you can call it your own and not some game-plan that was laid before you. I guess the trick then is to own up to your own faults when you screw up though. But hey, what do I know, I'm just a sage working for the bureaucracy.