It is horrifying to wake up at a rather advanced age and realize you don't have a life's dream.
Watching too much fair-to-middling reality TV will bring this home.
I wish I was blissfully ignorant enough to think that I could just pick up and 'make it' in New York, Las Vegas, LA, wherever.
Unfortunately, all I see are broken plans and downsides and struggle and unanswered phone calls and three-AM sweats.
What, I say, the fuck?