I don’t think I’m made for this world in what it praises as success, as worth, as value.

I wish I knew this sooner.

Perhaps, I would’ve found my success by now.

Perhaps, I would’ve found my happiness by now.

Perhaps, I would’ve found my people by now.

Trying to be, trying to become something I was never meant for.

Mid life crisis aren’t really crises, are they?

It’s people finally breaking the mold that they were placed in and they, themselves, stayed in.

It’s the breaking point, but then again, it’s the starting point.