We are all fucked from the get-go. The interpreted meanings of life are so few and dry between them that you have got to stop and ask what the hell you’re doing everything, everyday, knowing it’s all so pointless in the long run. Broken glass in a sand of time.

Money. Easiest measure of success and quantifier of life quality. Necessary for existence although a flawed system in itself, it provides a simple target that one may define for oneself. That the media and advertising only builds this image further - heck, even entertainment does since it is far more effective than anything else in reaching young audiences - shows just how much we have learned from our historical heritage.

Fame. A present-day Jesus Christ Superstar scenario with you as the main character. It tends to be generally associated with money [the latter usually stems as a result of the former.] Even harder to maintain because it’s based on minimalist values that change too often to give some even as much as a trend.

Respect. Now we’re getting somewhere. There are plenty of differences between fame and respect, but generally respect is rather poorly rewarded, monetarily, by comparison to fame. It is also harder to attain and involves professional/academic circles as peer reviewers.

History. If you make it in history you have to be a winner. It pays if you are a ‘good’ guy [historical figures like Charles Manson will never be forgotten but will they be presented as visionaries or revolutionaries ever?] Invent something, help someone, who knows…

What have I chosen? Irrelevant. You have to play your part. If you are aiming at something, it better have a blip of general progress within it; otherwise you’re wasting your time and your life. And that’s a long time to be spending on nothing.