Feeling like you failed at life...at age 30.

It's a funny thing. Considering yourself a failure.

When I was younger, I had an insatiable hunger. An eagerness and ambition. A belief that I would achieve something or become someone - not the next Bill Gates or Tom Cruise, but someone who achieved their own desired success.

My confidence even fooled others into believing my destined trajectory.

But something changed along the way. As I flew through my 20s, my dream job became less attainable. I sunk into the routine of a mostly unfulfilling desk job. I bought a house. I got married. To be clear, that last part was a ray of glittering sunlight!

Anyway, I make minor attempts to rekindle my old ambition. My confidence. My old self assured faith.

But despite grasping for it...it isn't there. I maintain my regular life. Stifled by commitments. Although, blessed to have loved ones and a roof above my head.

So, why do I feel this way? People say, "Thirty? You're so young!". But I don't feel it. I feel as though I have already failed. As though ambition may as well cease to exist. That my prime is far behind me. Careers aren't built at this age. Changes aren't made at this age.

Anyway. Why do we do this?

So many people at my age feel the same. Is this our destiny?

I find it bizarre.