"Of course, there is always a good side," he continued. "You can wake up every day, look through your window, make yourself remember of how small and insignificant you are compared to nature, see the blue sky and the never ending sunshine of the biggest sun you'll ever see, all accompanied by a relaxing and calm breeze you won't find anywhere else in the world. Yes, of course, you will miss your family from staying so far from home, but there's always tomorrow. Take it or leave it." This isn't what I wanted for my life. I never dreamed my job would be all about catching fish far away from everyone - but maybe there is a reason for all of this. I don't like to believe in destiny, I like to believe that I am building my future day after day, but there is no way I can know how the universe works - no one can, at least as far as the existence of destiny is concerned. For example, if destiny really exists - if each second of our life is planned, predestined - then what planned it? What would destiny be like and why? Maybe there is a possible explanation for why the universe could behave like that, or maybe it is just another hypothesis with very few chances of being correct, like the multiverse theory, but I must not try to make my word seem reliable, as I'm not a scientist. Anyway, it's not that I don't like the job, it's just that...ever had a feeling you aren't getting exactly what you wanted all your life? It must be common - but it is the first time I'm feeling this. This is probably happening because I only had one lifetime wish. Does it mean, then, that I should have more than one lifetime wish? But wouldn't that make my other lifetime wish less desirable? Or maybe it should motivate me to live my life to its maximum so I can fulfill both wishes during my short life. Is that it? "Hey, Richard, what are you doing here? Come on, we have work to do." - Said a voice coming from behind. "How did you get here? Who are you?!" "Hey, I'm Joe, how can you not remember me?! What's wrong with you?!" "Is this some kind of prank?! Get out of my house or I will call the police!" "Anyway, we've got work to do. We work together, now. Now come on and stop with all this ****." I've never seen this guy in my life before, who does he think I am? Is he suggesting that I got drunk on the bar and can't remember anything that happened? But I never went to a bar in my life! This guy is just...wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. I know what is happening, now! This is not me. I don't work here. Wow. This is just amazing This explains everything! I am not this Richard Jacobson guy, my name is...my name is...my...strange. I can't recall my name. Actually, I can't recall anything. Who am I? Where am I? Why is this happening? Wait, I need to think logically...what exactly could cause a person to suddenly take someone else's conscience? That seems to me like some crazy science fiction story that people rush to see how scientifically inaccurate it is. Wait! Maybe, then, I am part of that story. Maybe I am myself the crazy scientist who somehow created a way to swap people's minds. Or maybe I suffer from multiple personality disorder. But if the latter was correct, then I would already have known it, since I've lived for quite a long time already. I mean, thirty years. That is a lot of time. Or maybe the problem has just developed! That would be very uncommon though, since mental problems don't usually appear during the middle of an age phase. The first symptoms usually appear in the beginning of a phase. But maybe, then, this is one of those rare cases! I definitely should go see a doctor. "I'm sorry, uh...Joe, is that your name? Well, Joe, I can't go to work today because I need to go the doctor right now, ok? It was nice to meet you, bye." "You must be crazy, you love this job! There is definitely something wrong going on. Well, that means you should go to the doctor. See you later, Richard, hope you get better soon, really." "Uh...thanks.