It is sort of funny how we labor under so many illusions to get from point A to point B in life. When I was a teenager I thought adulthood would be a great time. All the isolation and sense of not belonging goes away when you grow up and you know exactly what you want out of life and where you want it to take you. At the very least, you simply give up hope for anything more than a suburb and a desk job. See kids, the funny thing is, some of us never feel like these things are a good fit. So maybe there is hope somewhere down the road that it will slide on like a custom made glove, but I have a gut feeling it never will. Maybe this is completely normal for everyone or I’m just the lone weirdo who hopes to have more meaning in the next 50 or so years. Maybe I’m just missing the whole point.