The Robot Maker, The End

Stetson started thinking about the wisdom of making robots when he clearly did not have the skills to make one and he was not sure he had the patients either. Might he be more suited to sit on the beach all day and read books like the one he was currently reading. All his life Stetson had this vision of himself as someone who got things done and was destined one day to be brilliant. But, he had never never lived up to that vision of himself and it was making him miserable so he was questioning the vision. Did he really want to be great anymore or was he happy being average.

He still wanted to be great but, he thought it might not be worth the effort. There were smarter and harder working people than he was. He kept thinking about the question over and over until it made him sick to his stomach and he was tired of thinking about it. He did know one thing he wanted to spend the rest of his life learning. Because learning was fun to Stetson. He was not the best or the smartest student he had a passion for learning though. He decided to settle that he would not be as great in his life as he wanted to be and to be happy with what fate had dealt him.

He would not be great and he wanted to be happy with that. Though he would try he just would not think about being great and then when he was not great he would get upset he would be happy.

Stetson decided to make some big changes in his life. He would still keep his job but, he would change the rest of his life. He would spend half the week of his free time reading and learning and the other half of his week at the beach or walking around computer city and just having fun and getting out of the house. He thought all these changes would make him a happier person. And Stetson had spend years of being alone and unhappy. He still did not care if he talked to people or had any friends. He just wanted to make changes in his life and spend whatever he had left of his life having as much fun as he could have. As Stetson saw his life he had thrown away enough of his life and he did not want to throw away anymore being miserable and unhappy and wondering why he could not measure up. So what if he did not measure up as lone as he gave whatever he wanted to do then that would have to be enough. He did not want the fact that he was not brilliant make him miserable or make him believe that he did not measure up. The end.