Focused too much on making a living in my teens and 20s instead of college and social life. Never pursued artistic interests seriously because I was just too tired from working and stressing out about bills.
Now I’m in my 30s with next to no social life and the realization that I’ve wasted away my time and whatever little talent I have.
There’s a “regret” folder sitting in my Google Drive with two half-finished books and at least half a dozen songs I was too chickenshit to finish and release out in the wild.
Always wonder how things might have turned out if I had more supportive parents (financially, emotionally) and if I had taken a few different relationship decisions.
I reckon it’s still not too late, but something tells me that it is…
Now I’m in my 30s with next to no social life and the realization that I’ve wasted away my time and whatever little talent I have.
There’s a “regret” folder sitting in my Google Drive with two half-finished books and at least half a dozen songs I was too chickenshit to finish and release out in the wild.
Always wonder how things might have turned out if I had more supportive parents (financially, emotionally) and if I had taken a few different relationship decisions.
I reckon it’s still not too late, but something tells me that it is…