Hey, Henrry! That touches on something interesting, perhaps related to the (somewhat unquenchable) thirst for experience we all seem to have. Starting as a child, surrounding us physically as well as in imagination through books, television, and other media are near-infinite examples of what life might look like.

I have mused on the scenario many times, so that I can have one life as a linguist, one, a touring musician. Another might be a renunciant in an ashram, another, a brilliant physicist. One might be the shadowy leader of a criminal syndicate, another, a prophet. One, get married and have many children, the other, remain chaste. One, a dedicated hedonist, the other, strictly sattvic.

Alas, it is our destiny to have fragments of all these idealities in our very person, that paradox we call "myself."