It's hard to hide some things, and I think it's impossible for me to not admit that I live in my own little world, that I'm elitist and all that.

But in the end, the bottom-line is that it really doesn't matter where you've come from, nor the route you've taken. What matters is that you make the most of what you have, and that you're happy with wherever you are. There is neither right nor wrong, only whether you're happy with what you've done, with what you have, with where you've managed to get to. Nobody can take that kind of happiness away from you.

That said, a lot also depends on the people around you, nothing beats the power of peer pressure. But in the end, people do grow up, mature, and try to help one another, although there's also a limit to how much help you can give.

Oh well, life, ten gazillion ways to get to ten thousand different places. What matters is to be comfortable with what you're doing, be happy and be able to face up to your choices, and to go for it once you've decided. And of course it's nice to have someone along the way with you while you're at it, but it doesn't matter all that much if you don't, I guess.

I don't know. These things always get me thinking, somehow. Too much alcohol for one night, although it isn't all that much, after all, I'm still writing here now, aren't I? Haha.