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effectively navigating to his career and having had the foresight to know how to get to where he wanted to be professionally.
    As far as a being a contributing member of society, she had no qualms, since providing POV ’s readers with useful information was a worthwhile endeavor. She took consolation in this. But like with Michael, she didn’t understand how some people just knew, in advance the direction to take—to be able to contribute and still be personally fulfilled. Most children of her generation and earlier grew up imagining, I want to be … a rocket scientist … an athlete … a doctor … a singer . Some children were much more specific, I want to be like … Wernher von Braun … Michael Jordan … Dr. Sanjay Gupta … … Beyoncé . But, how many actually fulfilled their dream without being diverted?
    For adults those fantasies were long past and each person had to work with the experience and skills they had to offer. For this reason, she’d considered teaching an online composition course at a community college to shift the focus of her career, but it seemed much the same as riding a train on a parallel track. She decided this avenue was not for her.
    She wished she’d focused her attentions on content as a means of providing joy, not just information. If she were qualified to teach literary textual analysis courses there would have been no debate. An escape from reality was right up her alley. Even better would be if she could teach literature at a university with fellow academics in a brick and mortar environment, but again she was too far removed from this scenario. In fact, there were so few opportunities like this now, even for qualified candidates. Even more discouraging was that online courses were the norm. A lot had changed since she’d been in school; the wonderful old options had become little by little, impossible while different byways were more probable. Nowadays aspirations were, I want to be like … Nathan Kidd in the movie ‘Damned Good’ … the founder of HaloYou, Tomek Wysocki … or the first person to create a complete alternate world theme . This was reality.  
    As she did for the hundredth time, Charley blocked out the discontent she felt and carried on.
    December 1, 2024
    I painted a portrait of myself gazing down on the world from a mountain peak. My eyes were cast out on the beauty, complexity, roughness, and toughness of the cliffs and valleys. The mountains looked realistic and majestic, almost the way I remember them. I, however, translated on canvas, came out faded, transient, and incompatible with my environment.
    I’m not an especially skilled painter, but the juxtaposition of the profound and the ordinary came through quite clearly, I think.
    I haven’t been officially diagnosed with depression. I’m afraid and disturbed by the possibility. Because I’m not satisfied with my life, I’ll be told I’m chemically unbalanced. I want more, that’s all.  
    Why do I have to be happy? I can’t have what I want, am I supposed to be happy about it? Why should I become a puppet, swayed and manipulated by chemical concoctions intended to cover up my reality or override any trace, less-positive feelings I have behind the choices I’ve made?
    Then there is the helplessness; the idea it’s too late for me to change anything. Had I been forewarned when I was seventeen, I should have made different choices, like the cliché, if only I knew what I know now … hindsight being 20/20. Funny thing is, even 20/20 means ‘average’ and I’m this already.
    Anyway, I think I would have become an actress. Not for fame or fortune, I really just want to live different lives during ‘work’ and be able to return to my home and time when the adventures of the day are done. I would learn how to fence, waltz and speak in Edwardian English. I would wear voluminous ball gowns and costumes, travel to exotic, historic or fantastic places, and look and act as someone else. I could be