Do you remember yourself at 10? maybe at 15? In that age of maximalism what did you want to be?
Office worker? Waiter? Maybe stylist?
I wanted to be scientist, and my ego was suggesting me many many scenarios of how it can be made. But here I am at 22, by far the way I wanted myself to be.
Did you betray yourself as well?
How are you living with this, traitor?