I am an anomaly. No, I am average. No, I am special. No, I am not. Warring sides growing larger and more threatening as time slips past. My head is filled to the brim with the logic and the passion constantly at each other’s throats. Fashioning knives out of my spine and nooses out of my neurons preparing with every second to strike the other down and reign supreme for the rest of my existence. Alas, they are of the same strength and will never conquer the other. They are fated to fight knuckle to knuckle for eternity. Or at least until the day my blessed expiration occurs. Am I meant to be great and to change the world or am I meant to be sedentary and be stuck in the banal lives many are plagued with now? Am I meant to discover a cure or am I meant to discover a new channel that my would just be perfect for my three-year-old child? Can I do both? Do I even want to? Will I ever be done asking myself questions that no one has the answer to and that almost any person with even the slightest amount of intelligence would pose to oneself as well? I am an anomaly. No, I am average.