Sometimes the cliches of life ring true. This year marks my thirtieth year of life. I was never one for making checklist or had a clear and concise plan for my future. Now I find myself staring down that empty well. Everyday, I fight feelings of no fulfillment, but I have to remember how quickly things can change. I would once compare my life to others, and see those who accomplished professionally, but even then they have burdens that I do not have to bear. I have always been the late bloomer. But how long can that term be used? Society always labels certain ages as a symbol of having it all figured out. But I know that is no direct path to happiness. Some of us are guided by religion.Some of us are run by the general moral of not causing harm to others. Some of us will stomp on whomever to get to past the other. We are so concerned about physical strength, and the outer shell, we forget to take car of our mind. Sometimes it takes those cries in the mirror, and determination to be steadfast. Keep pedaling.