I fail because I hate my jobs, my life. I fail because I have come to realize the truth; that I am not a unique or perfect snowflake. I am exactly like EVERY other person on this planet, without a single unique noteworthy thing about me. I am just a random, useless windbag that spends my days consuming perfectly good oxygen. I am one of the approximately 90 billion human drones that stuffs himself into a tiny little cardboard prison called a cubicle for 8 hours everyday without sunlight to save money for things I don't need/won't have and a retirement that I will never get to enjoy. I also fail because I too realize that this drone life that I live is, in fact, better than what many on this planet live in, and yet I find I am unable to come to work everyday with a smile and pretend like everyday is some kind of retarded amazing gift, like those idiot motivational posters suggest I should.