Unfortunate annoyance I didn't know I had in me

I'm a human, and if someone who's not human is reading this, being one practically means "making mistakes and learning from choices".

I don't get being human sometimes, though. I try to understand it, and just when I think I get the hang of things, someone comes along with a philosophy so strong it crushes all I hold dearly and leaves me with pieces of what used to be the things I regarded as the truth.

I don't understand why people don't understand when you make a mistake, or maybe they do, they just cower from the fact that not too long ago, they've made the same mistake and never learned from it.

All my life people have been telling me to do this and do that.. the one time I finally follow my heart and go, no, chase after my dreams, people tell me that I'm better off doing something else, being someone else. Something better, something more suited for my intellect, something that would make me happy.

That made me think..

Whenever did the heavens give the people around me the right to tell me what would make me happy?

Whenever did these people think that what they say's better for me when they obviously don't even know what being me is like?

Whenever did I give them the right to exercise my right, speak my words and think my thoughts?

I answered never to all.

Whenever did I last spend time with myself, asking myself if I were sure of what I was doing and is about to do?

Just now. And nothing's felt more liberating.