We always talk about what we want to become (I do it, too--all the time) and you know? I've come to realize how much pressure that puts on our poor, over-burdened bodies and minds. I mean, my god, we're here and sometimes that is so easy to forget.
A Buddhist parable compares human incarnation to the liklihood of a blind turtle, rising to the surface of the ocean every hundred years, putting his head through a wooden cattle-yoke floating on the waves of the sea, tossed and lost by the winds and currents.
So. You're here.
Now do you believe you began with nothing?