Not too fond of people that think the epitome of being an adult is to lack a playful/colorful personality. I think misery in adulthood has a lot to do with that belief. I know you had dreams and hobbies as a child. Get back to them
there’s certain people that you genuinely cannot speak on specific topics with because they don’t have the range, the knowledge, the empathy or the depth, to even understand where you’re coming from.
Perhaps it doesn’t happen in the way you wanted, because you’re destined for so much better. Perhaps you wish for the stars while the entire galaxy is being prepared for you. Perhaps you wish for a single flower and the whole garden is meant to be yours. 🤍