There have been a multitude of Franks (Me!) that have existed in my lifetime. Each, not overwhelmingly interesting, intricate, or unique. The merit of the work becomes apparent in the overall process. Value can be gained when we view the net results of an overall gross process.
I couldn't recite to you the various iterations that have existed. I've never been one to keep a catalog but I could always point you to some very familiar, popular floor models. That's not to say that I do not know the full extent of my collection. I remember "Chocolate Milk Frank" and a whole slew of other embarrassing and interesting times.
I stand now at the precipice of another series of decisions that will be telling about me and my future. It is with a sense of wonderment and dread as I prepare to cast off those things that I have allowed transpire and all things that have become common course and venture forward. I have rested upon my laurels long enough, for they have come to wilt from the heat of my body.
I endeavor to follow my bliss, no matter how tumultuous the process or the outcome... because it is within these moments that I feel most alive.
I recently wrote a short paper discussing intiation and found myself talking about how I viewed every moment of our lives as an initiation from moment to moment and that it was sad that so many people go through this constant initiatory process without ever realizing it. Good luck.
*Worse in the sense that I now require more cold showers.