Sooner or later, we end up being someone we’re not – and in the long self-deceptions held together by circumstances, we forget who we are and what we are.

Sometimes we’re not too far from it and we appreciate who we have become, and sometimes when the mirror reflects us we see someone so different that they seem alien. Either way, we look back on how we got where we are and we fork – we either decide to continue down the paths, or we decide to regress, or we decide to do something completely different.

Until you’ve done all 3 at least twice, you’re not mature.