Act One

I do not consider myself to be a good man.

As a kid when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, even at the tender age of eight I remember just thinking to myself that I just wanted to be a good person. My actual answer would range from the usual childish dreams such as a vet, or a teacher. In actual fact, I am nowhere near the place I would have envisioned for myself at forty years of age.

Am I doing what I want?  Kind of.

Am I happy?  Yes.

So what is wrong?   Well the answer lies in how I became happy? 

I am selfish ...  and that haunts me.

So how did I become who I am?

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