The first track that we end up on isn't always the one in which we are meant to stay on.
Why is it so difficult to let it go, even after we can clearly see that we have long since outgrown it?
Are we clinging to this humble track because we never bothered to forge an identity outside of it?
Perhaps, all of our friends and family still happily inhabit this first track and we can't bring ourselves to leave it behind. So, we drink, drug, and/or sleep around to distract ourselves from the fact that we need to ascend onto a higher track. Unfortunately, we can never seem to distract ourselves enough to escape the reality of what we ultimately must do.