I panic more than I should. I freak out about the most insignificant of things. Take for example today. I can’t recall what I was freaking about so I’m freaking out right now. I think it was about me being great at something in order to lead a satisfied life. It started like everything in my life starts, optimistically and full of energy. I woke up and decided I was going to be great. Not average drone that lives the American dream great, but having achieved immortality through my works great. I could see it too: both animals and men bowing down before me- lion king style; supermodels begging at my knees and creating scenes in public establishments because I left them all to abruptly, Me and Hugh Heffner smoking the finest Cubans ever rolled over at the Mansion, Monthly basketball matches with Obama and Nelson Mandela because they always want a rematch, and a mountain of apology letters of all the teachers that dare question my ability to succeed. So I came up with a simple premise, in order to become that great I would first become rich. Monetary sufficiency would then give me the enough influence to do whatever I needed to become great. However I would become rich in a matter of weeks, because, well the sooner the better. So I started to formulate the perfect business/product. Being unable to formulate any ideas on how to go about in accumulating riches I proceed to go to the balcony and call a friend; maybe he would have some ideas. He didn’t. So I hung up and continued to worry about the uncertainty of the future. I paced back and forth, stepping more energetically as the time dissolved. I started sweating and cancelling options, evaluating markets and target audiences I had never researched in my life. Making the most ridiculous assumptions about what housewives and working husbands liked and did not like. What product would represent American values best and yet retain universal appeal. What online marketing and advertising strategies would work best in reaching my public, all of which amounted to “ a lot of people go on Facebook, advertise there”. I searched my mind for what seemed like hours! I looked at the clock and to my relief only forty five minutes had gone by. Forty five minutes! That meant I only had fifteen minutes left until I completed my first hour! And when that happened what would I have to show for it? I felt overwhelmed. The odds of course were against me. I felt like I was marching towards Waterloo. Desperation began to set in. I kept searching, madly now, insulting my mother for daring to offer me lunch, didn’t she understand what was at stake? Couldn’t she see the infinite weight I felt as the deadline for me becoming rich dawned ever closer? Damn it couldn’t the world see that I was trying to achieve some measure of happiness! How cruel could this world be that makes us contrast ourselves with those that were blessed by innate genius, talent, and good fortune? Couldn’t you make one exception for me God! A man with no apparent abilities! A man with nothing more than great expectations!
The faithful hour passed. And still nothing, blank, I was finished. A sham, a loser, my brother was right I was doomed to roam the earth as a worthless poop eater. His words. The grandiose splendor of my empire fell crumpling loudly in my mind, the supermodels vanished in the rubble still begging, Hugh closed the door in my face, and my teacher laughed and pointed as I was buried by my aspirations. My rock solid confidence on my destiny had cracked along with all my hopes and dreams. At least those I had shallowly created an hour earlier. I decided then that death was the only option. I walked once more over to the balcony and looked down at the pavement. It looked hot and dirty. I had just taken a shower an hour ago, if I got dirty that would not be very productive of me. Plus the falling factor was not all that attractive. But hadn’t my dreams all been drained didn’t I have nothing else worth breathing for? And I realized then I was just tired, my dreams and my energies were drained! All this brainstorming had left me drained, I needed a break. Yes that’s what I needed. Maybe then I could regain my energies and start over from scratch, full of optimism and energy. I woke up and forgot all about the greatness business. I started worrying about how I panic and worry a lot. And I started writing this.

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