I wonder about people who try at something for so long. I wonder if they haven't succeeded elsewhere in life, to learn the lesson that it's the journey, not the

I wonder about people who try at something for so long. I wonder if they haven't succeeded elsewhere in life, to learn the lesson that it's the journey, not the destination. I've given up anyone 'getting' me or appreciating what I do a while back, after I realized I don't really care to fully understand others, nor do I have the capacity it seems, and it doesn't matter! I don't even understand myself, and it's fine. The author strikes me as having a genuine childish emotion of not getting that toy he/she wanted. It's genuine, it's real, but my goodness, when are you going to grow up :)