I wonder if there should be any limitation to what we can do as humans. Yet, the idea of having one definite goal in life was sold to you ever since you were a child. If I ask you to recall the number of times you answered the question, "What do you want to be when you grow old", would you be able to keep the count? How you could juggle between your answers! You could become anything. Growing up, you heard people making bland statements, equating a person lacking an aim in life with a malfunctioning machine devoid of some vital part. When you think about it now, you find it strange to compare complex, thinking beings such as humans like yourself with unthinking, inanimate machines. When the reasoning part inside you makes you think if the metaphor could actually depict a reasonable comparison, you arrive upon a crazy reflection. Then you process this unsettling question, wondering if humans were being trained to become machines- told to move past life in tracks laid out by so...