“Hey,” he says softly, like he’s worried he’s offended me, “it’s okay to not know everything and have it all figured out. You’ll get there.” I bite my lip. “You think?” “Sometimes paths aren’t always clear, but as time goes by and you experience life, things start to make more sense.” I nod along. His words mean a lot to me, because it seems like most people expect me to have it figured out by now.
