In essence we all suffer the same fate. We are prisoners of our imaginations. Everyone recalls the threat, "be careful of what you wish." Ultimately, who is our keeper or handler but ourselves. Yes we always have that pesky quality. It is when we are imaginative, creative, courageous or drunk that we define our new parameters and the rest of ourselves have to live in that new land. The sensible parts of my soul urges a delightful mundane life, yet the cowboy in the corner always commits me to a new, dumb, scary adventure. So I always find myself here (truism, huh).