Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?
It's hopeless! Tomorrow there'll be even more books I should have read than there are today.
My cat knows the meaning of life, but has no interest in sharing the secret.
One possible reason why things aren't going according to plan is that there never was a plan.
How can I fail when I have no purpose?
Unlike most other people, I'm just an average person.