When I was a child, I had a clear idea of who I wanted to become when I would be old. At this point, old was around 30. Now that I passed the line of 30 with good margins, I look behind and see that I’m still not quite here. I’m somewhere else.
Is that good? Is that bad? What is sure at least is that it’s different.
I feel sometimes trapped in what the society wants us to be. I mean being a good person is of course something to pursue, but there are so much ways to be it.
Did you find your path yet?