What's the meaning of life? To follow your dreams? To help others? To explore the mysteries of the universe? It doesn't matter, really, because I can't do any of it. Everyone says I'm really smart. I got straight A's in high school. I took all advanced classes. I did really well on the SATs, got into MIT, did pretty well there (I'm currently a senior). All my family, all my friends, expect me to cure cancer and solve the energy crisis and end poverty. But, you see, I can't do any of that, or even do anything at all. You see, my parents aren't really smart, or really rich, or really powerful, or anything. They're just ordinary people. And that makes my life worthless, because history shows, time and time again, that those, and only those, with smart/rich parents are those who make discoveries, or help others, or achieve their dreams. Suppose I wanted to be a mathematician. I'm pretty good at math, after all, and I like it. But look at all the famous mathematicians. Georg Cantor- his father was a member of the St. Petersburg Stock Exchange. Terence Tao- his father is a doctor and his mother is a math teacher. Louis Cauchy- his father was an important official in the French government and eventually became Secretary-General of the Senate under Napoleon. Kurt Godel- his father was the manager of a textile factory. Paul Erdos- both of his parents were professional mathematicians. The list goes on and on and on- there is no room for me, with no family lineages at all, in mathematics. Suppose I wanted to be a physicist. I'm pretty good at physics, after all, and I like it. But look at all of the famous physicists. Albert Einstein- his father owned a large electric company, and won a contract from the city of Munich to light up the famous Oktoberfest. Ed Witten- his father was a theoretical physicist himself. Enrico Fermi- his father was another important government official. George Smoot- who I have had the honor of meeting in person- was the son of a hydrologist. Werner Heisenberg- his father was the only professor with his specialization in all of Germany. Stephen Hawking- he's the son of a research biologist. The list goes on and on and on- there is no room for me, with no family lineages at all, in physics. Suppose I wanted to be a programmer. I'm pretty good at programming, after all, and I like it. But look at all of the famous programmers. Bill Gates- his father was a name partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the country, Preston, Gates & Ellis. Sergey Brin- son of a mathematics professor and a research scientist. Michael Dell- his parents were an orthodontist and a stockbroker, and his family loaned him half a million dollars to start his company. Pierre Omidyar- his father is a surgeon and his mother is a well-known academic. Mark Zuckerberg- his parents are both doctors. The list goes on and on and on- there is no room for me, with no family lineages at all, in programming. Suppose I wanted to be an economist. I'm pretty good at economics, after all, and I like it. But look of all the famous economists. Larry Summers- both of his parents were professors of economics at U. Penn. Ben Bernanke- his father is a pharmacist. John Maynard Keynes- his father was a lecturer at Cambridge University. Ludwig von Mises- his father was a member of the Austro-Hungarian nobility. John Nash- the son of an electrical engineer. The list goes on and on and on- there is no room for me, with no family lineages at all, in economics. So, then, what is the point of doing anything? I know that I'll fail miserably, no matter what I try, because apparently, no one without a long and proud family history has ever succeeded at anything in the entire history of man, and the odds are astronomically long that I'll be the first, out of the countless thousands who have already tried.