When I was young, I plan my life exactly the way I want it.
I plan every possible thing that might happen at a certain age. And every stages of my life. And I could say that I prayed really hard for those things to actually happen. And of course, I belive that eventually it will come.
And I’m not wrong.
Maybe not the exact momment but, still. It happens.
Some of those happen early, some of come very late.
But happiness is there. Its ethereal.