10 years ago I walked the streets of Saigon with my family. There were many individuals who were poverty stricken and destitute. The ones that really stick out in my head however, were the children. Many of them had resorted to  begging for money, while others roamed the streets at all hours of the day and night selling lottery tickets. "Bummer" I thought to myself.

So now that I think about it, they didn't seem to have many cares in the world. Despite having no stable income and source of food, they didn't seem very unhappy with themselves. Their only goal day in and day out was survival. They did not worry about planning for retirement or who they were going out with Saturday night. They essentially had nothing to lose and therefore only lived day to day. If we were suddenly forced to live like that, I think we'd have a nervous breakdown. The message that I'm trying to convey is that we take our lifestyle for granted. Our personal desires, whether it be money, women, maybe men if you're into that, as well as our obsession with climbing a ladder has made us unhappy. We're tired of not getting to where we want to go that it gnaws away at us.

Just take a deep breath. You could be selling lottery tickets in a dark alleyway every night. At the very least you've got a computer and the internet, right?

Maybe my imagination needs to work out a few kinks, but whenever I have a dream where I really need to punch someone in the face, it doesn't seem to hurt them. I could punch them over and over right in the face and they'll still keep coming at me! Then again, I don't seem to be affected by their attacks either. Sounds pretty stupid doesn't it? Then again, it could explain why I never get laid in my dreams. I always get close to the task, and then it never happens. I am a virgin in my dreams. I need to get subconsciously laid.