Thank you for this piece. I have wasted so many years. Nothing will ever be perfect because I am not perfect and I am the same screw up when it comes to work, not figuring out what I want to do for a living even now, when I am seven years from retiring. That self-doubt is what brings it all down with each potential love. I think I may finally figure out myself. These are the wings I have been granted and they mean, I guess, that I fly solo and that I should create the beautiful things I hope to create, but alone, in memoriam, of those I was so very passionate for.