What’s your PB? I am often asked, as if it's some exam report that gets you into a higher class. A big fat gudgeon is often my retort, an indication of my dislike of the inquiry or perhaps to cut it short.
I leave the question unanswered which is much better you see, as I’m not limited or included, I carry on being me.

The pressure to get to twenty and when there to move on seems like such a waste of life, when all is said and done. You cannot measure your existence alongside someone else; you can’t live your life like the latest upgrade off the shelf.
You must always go your own way and ignore the ones that say, the road ahead is set out and you must do it my way.

Take the stress of expectation and replace it with awe, just let yourself drift along, it'll mean so much more.