How many times have you ever wished that you were someone else, doing something else, living another life?
Just because you think that you’re not perfect in your own definition, you want to fit in, you want to be rich/beautiful/intelligent/talented, you want to be somebody.
It isn’t wrong to dream, to have a goal and reach/work for it.
But, the moment you change drastically to be who you never truly is, when you’ve stopped in your tracks and look back, feeling lost.
It’s probably way past the time to evaluate what you’ve done.
But… it’s never too late.
Being different is.. fun… and sometimes… dangerous.
I guess it depends on your own principles to choose on the given choices on life.
Be true to yourself even if others are against it.
What do they know?
They used to think that the world was flat and you’d be crazy to think otherwise.