No need to be angry with yourself when you are just 20 and make mistakes. When you choose a specialty not of your heart, when you spend a few years dancing like a poor bear in a circus in front of people, only to get applauds of strangers, when you wander from one way to another searching for your way, your room where you could breathe freely for at least a moment.
I rushed about for a long time too. Five years wandering. But now I live without panic attacks that I am not in the right place. I stopped dancing in the circus and brought my inner teddy bear into the woods. I think, there she feels more and more secure.
© Fortune, 2009
Did you choose the profession of your heart?