 realizing who you really are after you've lived a life kind of fulfilling everybody else's wishes and some of your own, of course, but you kind of get lost in the survival of it and the success of it. And you try and find out who you really are. Now that's sort of this relaxed period where you're older, you have nothing to prove anymore. And like, wait a minute, who am I really? What did I really want? What did I forget that I wanted? And that never stops. And that kind of keeps life interesting, doesn't it?