Even once you accept that you’re just another regular mortal and not some supernatural force who deserves to live like a king—a message encoded in the background noise of our daily lives, rich, poor, or somewhere in the insecure in-between—it’s still hard not to wish for something more exciting than calm acceptance. It’s hard not to wish for the romance of movies, the soul-baring friendships of books, the egalitarian ideals of Martin Luther King, Jr., the miraculous talent of Mozart.
