You were 16 when you were told you were being delusional.


Twenty when you told yourself you'd do anything to prove them wrong.



Twenty-one when you missed out on your best friend's birthday to finish a presentation.




Twenty-five when you've finally reached your destination.


Twenty-five and a half when you know for a fact you belong on that


pedestal.



Thirty when you've decided to take a long look at yourself in the mirror and

realize you were unhappy.



Thirty and a day when you think back to where you went wrong.







Thirty and too late when you realized you're damn successful and


alone.

Sixty five and you finally looked back and said to yourself, was it worth it?