You know, the more I think about it the more I realize that everyones perfect life is different. For a long time, I think the perception for me was that life was being able to dance, or laugh or get married or to be that uncle that everyone likes or that person who is so blasé and seems like there is nothing that phase him and that everything is accounted by him. I can’t dance, well not good anyway. I dance sometimes in my living room when I’m feeling happy. I wouldn’t want people to see me, but maybe thats OK. It begs the question really, what is the purpose of your life? Is it different, in the same way that I’m not that uncle who picks up his baby niece at a family gathering or something to that effect. What makes my life different from everyone else’s? Do I give back to the world or do I do something that I love or do I love someone or do I save a life or leave a legacy like Achiles or some other legendary figure? Is that what is means to life a life worth living? Are there so many things to do in this life?