Live the humble farmer's life. Travel the world when you get bored.
You really think a Napoleon, Alexander, or Lincoln would stand for this? Would they settle for the humble farmer's life? They yearn to burn through the sky, lighting up the atmosphere with distinction. They walk their own path-and if none exists, they'll forge one. If life offers empty silence, they'll fill it with racuous laughter or immense passion. If there is land unexplored, they'll go there to plant their flag first.
There's a green light coming across the water and they yearn for it; the alternative is frankly not living at all.
These young spirits swung and batted into the hall of fame. Their names enter the history books. Their enduring presense remembered among the people. The streets, lakes, and schools named in their honor. Songs sung in their remembrance. Statues erected for them. Their presence breaking the barrier of impermanence. Their story dissected; their lives immortalized.
Every grown man knows their mortality and vanity. But the motivations of such curious men are rarely simple. A fight against their own sense of vanity. A result of their extreme boredom. A desire to build a limestone empire. A sense of glory awaiting in the distance. A hatred for the aimless wanderings. An understanding of their play during the time at large. A fleeting moment of opportunity to be free and act on their own accord. A simple climb up the social ladder.
At the end, everyone feels things and acts upon them. Their world is just a little different.
Introspection
I can probably travel the world and make it work. I can probably drive racecars or airplanes or surf for the rest of my life. I just know I wouldn't truly be able to sleep at night. I wouldn't be able live. I would be haunted by the lingering restlessness of ambition and the regrets of wasted potential.