I'm in the middle of reading The Hobbit for the first time. Bilbo reminds me a lot of myself. This is not a short joke. Yes I'm short, shaddup. Anyways, Bilbo was just a simple hobbit, entertaining friends, going to festivals and enjoying life. He had roots of an adventurer inside of him though. He was always too timid to do anything about it until Ghandalf and the dwarves showed up. And then he was thrust into without much of a choice and unbeknownst to him he was up to the task.
I've always felt like I'm meant for something more, like my purpose in this life is more than just to live life like the average Joe. I know these are illusions of grandeur instilled in me from years of sitting in church and hearing preaching, but a boy can still dream can't he? I think I still have a bit of a treasure seeking, spider killing, adventurer left in me.