I was up in bed thinking about life, something that most people do while they’re trying to go to sleep I assume, and something popped into my head.
I was mentally having this conversation with my aunt (about my other aunt, her sister). I don’t remember the specifics, but I came to this conclusion:
People don’t have to like what you do for you to be happy; it’s your life. Just like you don’t have to like what they do for them to be happy; it’s their life.
It was just a thought