A life already planned.

Sometimes life feels like it’s already planned out for us. Finish high school, go to uni, get a 9–5, and that’s it. Everyone treats this path like it’s the only safe option, so we follow it without really thinking. After a while, it stops feeling like a choice and starts feeling like a rule. I wonder how many people quietly give up what they want just to fit into what’s expected, and how easy it is to mistake that for a 'good life'. I don't know.. sometimes I think we’re not afraid of hard work, we’re afraid of stepping out of this path and finding out who we might be without it.