When I was in my twenties and thirties lots of my friends and other people around me waited. They waited to skip the awful job they had. They waited to marry or to have children. They waited until they would be happy.
And then I started to get depressed. I mourned about being the ongoing talent that wouldn’t get as successful as I belonged to be.
And now I’m in my forties. I have MS. It hurts. I withdraws me doing everything I want to do or should do. And I am HAPPY