How many times have you heard the statement “one day…” or “when I retire…”? Why do we live our lives as though there is a tomorrow? Is it a human condition to be optimistic that future plans will be realised, regardless of life getting in the way? I have spent the last few years coming to the realisation that it doesn’t matter how much we wish, there is no reality that materialises from our subconscious. We literally spend our time, wishing for something different than the reality we live, without taking action to make it happen. Well forgive me for being rude, but that’s bullshit.

Alongside the concept of an antihero who truly does what he wants, there was one scene which struck me considering our current plans.

“Jack Reacher: Look out the window. Tell me what you see. You see the same things that you see everyday. Well, imagine you’ve never seen it. Imagine you spent your whole life in other parts of the world, being told everyday that you’re defending freedom. Then you finally decide you’ve had enough.