Today I saw a girl who used to go to school with me. Her trolley was full of groceries, she was talking to a man while holding her baby. She was a bit puffy, she looked ten years older than she really is. I looked at her for a while, wondering if she was happy. My first thought was "I hope she's happy". The second thought that crossed my mind was "thank God, that's not me!". I know what it sounds like, but my intention is not to criticise people for their choices, I'm just happy that I always had the courage to follow my own heart. If I would suddenly find myself with a baby and a house, only chaos would follow. Almost all my cousins and also a lot of people from school are leading serious grown-up lives. They have families, mortgages and boring jobs. They didn't go to uni, they didn't travel and I doubt they ever followed any crazy dreams they might have had. The highlight of the year is probably two weeks on a beach in the Canary Islands, Turkey or Thailand. I'm sure they are content, their lives are based on a routine that excludes too many risks, they have their homes and families.
There are no rights and wrongs, everyone has the right to do whatever they feel like. And I don't feel like having a life like that (not until I turn 30 at least). But, somehow it seems that it is better and more correct to be all grown-up and boring than a young adventurer. Could someone please tell me why? How come it's ok to ask someone "when are you finally going to settle down?", whereas a "when are you going to give up everything you have/travel around the world/ pursue your own personal happiness/ save the world?" is considered a criminal offence by some?