Since the dawn of time, I had this longing relating to my purpose, a longing left unanswered because my parents forced me to pursue a degree in engineering or computer science, something "practical" they called it. But deep down, I just really wanted to deliver pills to red blood cells while getting stuck in traffic and manipulating my physical existence at whim. But I guess it was too much to ask for. I was made fun of at school. They called me mean names like "bad delivery boy" or "stupid" or... or "cholesterol." "You'll never transport materials in the human body." "You're living a world of make believe! Do you know how small a red blood cell is?" (That one really stung). Surrounded by doubtful audiences and manipulation, my true purpose died, and so I became an engineer. I just wanted to make my father proud. For all those long years, I was a sheep that wondered off from his Shepard. I was alone in a dark forest. Each day became more grueling than the last. That was until I stumbled upon a great divinity: Bloody Traffic. It came down from the heavens while an otherworldly choir of rich harmonic nature sounded. Bloody Traffic reignited an inextinguishable joy in my heart that was once buried far below. My days of engineering are over; my Shepard has found me; my days of waiting for the day to end only to be greeted with the next are over. I can pursue my calling.