my goal

You know, I've been thinking for some time now about what I actually want to accomplish with my life. How much am I willing to sacrifice to get where I want to go? How happy I will be when I get there, or would I be happier slowing down and just trying to raise a family and be content? These are heavy questions, with not so easy answers. Then it hit me, my ultimate goal in life, the point where I will finally realize that I have done something meaningful and worthwile, is the point in time when I get a sandwhich named after me. Thats all a guy can really ask for in life, right?