When I was a younger man. I desperately wanted to produce some kind of genius level work of art. My masterpiece.
Ya know?
Something like Kerouac’s ON THE ROAD.
Or the Beatles SGT PEPPER.
Or Salinger’s CATCHER IN THE RYE
Or Crumb’s ZAP comic book.
Then when you get old. And realize you didn’t do that. You feel disappointed.
I probably had unrealistic expectations.