Ive always wanted to be a separatist. You know, a revolutionary, living on some secret edge of society, passionately giving all my thoughts and efforts to a cause Im convinced will free the minds and bodies of thousands of innocents. Id love it if I could walk into a repressed village, my tight band of trusted, fellow fighters behind me, and then bite the head off of a snake, chug down the local beverage, and yell, Follow me!. Whew... that would be awesome.
The problem is that I have no talent for things like that. I wouldnt even know where to begin. And as for the level of risk involved, well, Im completely averse and have too many responsibilities. Then I look at Paris Hilton and think, hell, she wanted to be famous and didnt have any talent, either..
The point is there is no reason reality should interfere with your dreams. Your reality, on the other hand, may not support your dreams, so it might need to be adjusted slightly or recreated altogether. Keeping the crease in your Seville Row slacks is pretty tough on the secret edge of society.