Reaching Out is what got me into the jam that I'm in currently. My reasons for doing this were respect from family (never happened), prestige (never happened) and the feeling that achieving these "goals" is what would bring genuine happiness. Instead, all it did was allow me to see what was behind the curtain and realized that I don't want to get myself any deeper into it.
It's strange, minimus, because sometimes I wonder if I hadn't Reached Out, I may not have seen the stuff that goes on in the background and ruined my faith. The happiest time I remember (at least dillusional happiness) was when I was reaching out. Everything I did was praised. Then I got the "backstage pass" and I came to my senses.
So in a way, I should be grateful(?)