I'm doing alright. Why am I fighting?

I have more choices in life than most. I don't get what I really want though. I've eschewed careers in finance and computing because I have a passion for something more.

I've lived a life of different privileges. I have learned a lot. I may be a cold, lonely drunk because of it but the learning experience was worth more than anyone can afford, or handle.

I'm still fighting. To my last dying breath. I used to be a rebel without a clue. I guess progress for me is not about wealth or status per se. It is about effect. I really hope I've earned the status of rebel without a cause. Not that I don't have a cause. It's just James Dean said it better.

"What are you rebelling against?"

To which I'll offer the summary which was his retort:

"What da you got?"