I will never be good enough to realize my dream. I just don’t think it is in the cards for me. My talents don’t align well enough to accomplish it. But that’s not going to stop me from nearly torturing myself thinking about it! I’m not alone in that either, right?

How many people are stuck in their dead-end job, just waiting for the perfect moment when they can leave everything behind and live out their dream of becoming a baker. I’d bet at least seven. Maybe even eight.

It’s not a bad thing though. There are the lives people want to live, and then there are the lives that they actually live. If everybody could live without working with millions in the bank from just sheer willpower, nobody would be working the jobs that those millionaires need for society to function.

Nobody wants to work in the sewage treatment facility, but they have to do it, or they’d starve. Unless they like it, and I won’t judge. Honestly, sewage work doesn’t sound too bad if you ask me. At least I would be where I belong… Okay, maybe I’m a bit too harsh on myself.

Ah, who am I kidding, I’m not harsh enough.