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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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