The problem with my life is that I never really wanted to be anything. I always wanted to be an artist, or in the arts, but I was never driven to be an artist. I’m in my third incarnation now, I hope it works out. Like art, it is visual, it adds beauty to people’s lives. I guess it is art. But what am I going to do when I’m 50 and can’t keep up with the physical labour?

My brother always knew that he wanted to be in finance, that’s what he does, and he is successful. He was driven, he sacrificed a lot, he was single-minded, he did what it took, and moved to the other side of the world to make it happen. He almost retired at the age of 42, but when he was offered a new job, he decided he wasn’t done yet. He treats his job and his life like an adventure. The one with the most filled passports in the end wins.

I wonder if I have found my thing, or if I will ever grow up at all. Maybe we’re not supposed to “grow up”, we’re supposed to remain open to the possibilities presented to us, whatever they are.