It’s tough when you’re given distinctions as to what you want to do and what you have to do.
You want to drive, you want to get out of here and flee; you want to trek the world and see life unfiltered. You have to study and get a distinguished high-paying job; you have to follow the norms of society. You want to follow your ideals and desires but you have to fend for yourself. You want to do all that crap but you have to be fucking practical, man.
Distinctions are meant to simplify but ultimately complicate. You want life to come with a handy manual but you have to deal without it.