Growing up, I didn't really understand what it meant to take the road less traveled. I used to be so trapped in who I was that I didn't bother to look around me. But everything came to a sudden halt when my grandmother passed away. For the first time in my life, I really questioned what the purpose of everything was.
Everyone my age has some dangling worry trailing around after them everywhere that they're somehow not doing everything, that what they're doing is not altogether the right thing, that they are missing out. The doubt is natural, and everyone you know -- yes, even that person -- carries it sometimes too.