Here goes. I sometimes wonder why I can’t be satisfied with just who I am or rather who I have become. Never mind who I wanted to be or what I wanted to achieve. Those were all dreams, wonderful, delightful but still, dreams. Life’s harsh realities should be enough to open my eyes, to make me realise that there is no place in my life for these frivolous things. Calm, uncomplicated and simple; or should I say predictable and mundane, closed to change, that would suit me just fine. I would be ‘plodding along’; plain sailing. Do I want that? If given a chance wouldn’t every single one of us wish to be remembered, recognized, long after we were gone? As humans is it not in our very nature to refuse to just exist for the sake of existing?