In 7th or 8th grade, home economics was a required class. One of the projects required was an awful, blasted sweatshirt that would try to take the title of Bane of My Existence. As a class, we reviewed how the sewing machine worked and studied the meaning of pattern markings. We learned about the wretched task before being set loose to work at our own speed. I watched as, one by one, my classmates completed their garments. Still, I sat with the too soft, cheap, obnoxious red fabric in pieces. It's not that I did nothing during our class time. I was, in fact, doing the same thing every day - beginning the project.
We know the life we imagine having in TCI is most likely very different from the life we will actually end up living. Yet, it is this dream of a life that keeps us propelling forward. We know this disconnect exists, but still chase the dream. Why? I don't know if there is a real solid answer to this question. At best, the answer is fluid.