Those with wild ambitions indulge beyond the confines of their own reality. I no longer want to play in that hypothetical playground. All who dwell there exist in perpetual suffering, always grasping for more; always a fingertip away from their dreams. A rare few swipe tantalisingly close and taste the sweet drop of their imagined reality on the tip of their tongue. But the endless march of rising expectations causes all sweetness to sour; so the ambitious accept the bitter salve synonymous with a life detached from reality.