Bloogies, once every million years or so when the stars all aline and Palestine and Jerusalem are in peace, your Rastafarian Noodle thinks upon something desperate. I am no Ghandi. I did not take part of the writing of the constitution. I have never had a upper experience with a celestial being. But I like to think, once in a while my thoughts collect something worth writing down and pondering. So instead of the usual gags and verbal fluff you are used to, i'd like to get right to the meat of my question. As someone enters the age of 16, 17, or 18 we are posed by the question that has plagued us through aunts, uncles, and pretentious parentals most of our life; What are you going to do when you grow up? Of course there are those from the start that know right away; "I want to be involved in biotechnological nueroscience research!" And then there are more of what i like to call the Fuzzes (fuzzy on their future); they have an idea but aren't totally sure. And then there are the breed of the stunted, clueless, and astounded, which I refer to as the Lost. I am one of these and my question adresses we of the Lost most of all. Now there are many reasons to look at your future and see a blank map. My reason is the more then enormous field of poignant questions standing in my path. We of the Lost realize the hardest part about the question: What are you going to do when you grow up? Is it opens much more mind-blowing ideas: What are you going to do for the rest of your life? You better like it because other wise your doomed and etc.... etc...... etc.... And so this simple little question has become the gross monster of mental anguish, and so we are LOST. Not the excellent series, no, but lost. And though, I can't ask for all the Lost present, I'd like to think your answers to my question will help some of them. My question being: Can one live happy and succesful at the same time? I ask this of course because of the astounding amount of examples that say you can't. Einstien was a brilliant successful person, but he was only successful. His personal life was pocked with holes. For he had spent his time on Earth going toward the endeavors of his mind instead of his heart. Then, perhaps, take the family man; happy, settled, married. But he has spent all his time finding his happiness; he has given up on that spark that makes us human. That call. That dream to do something extroardinary. For he had spent his time on Earth going toward the endeavors of his heart instead of his mind. And this disturbs me. I wish to know that both are possible yet I can't for the life of me find that it is or isn't. How can I ever choose a path of life if i know it will end in me looking back and regretting I had never had time for my dreams or love? Is there possibly enough time in alife time to find both? That's my question. Domesticated with gingered carrots, On the island of green housed parrots, PASTARASTA *U