This fishing trip a few weeks ago was probably the last time my family and I were all together in one place. My brother just got a job out of state, and my sister will be moving to California soon for Americorps. Julia and I aren’t talking to each-other right now. Sometimes I feel like getting older and becoming an adult means accepting the perspective that life rarely works out the way you want it to. I feel like I have fewer and fewer moments of happiness and contentment throughout the day, and there really is not much I can do to change these feelings. I look at people in the store or on the street and it seems they have somehow turned the part of their brain off that desires any excitement from life. I suspect that television and the internet help most people with the burden of caring about existence.