Life is like a series of collapsing bridges.
Beginning at a young age, if you are fortunate, parents and guardians do their best to guide you and assist you in building brides. They encourage you to try new things, see what you like, and keep your mind open to new things; things you could do in the future. It's wonderful. Promising little bridges, fanning out in webs, ready to grow and support your weight if and when you decide to travel onwards over them.
I have gotten to the point in my life where I have finally started noticing what has become of some of those bridges. Quite a few are stable and being added onto nicely. But many are crum