Identity (?)

Well, it feels like I'm not hungry anymore. And that turns out to be a problem.

When I was a teenager, adults told me what I should do. I resisted, wrinkled my face, and got distracted by all sorts of little things, but I did what they told me to do.
I had classes and exams, had a chance to go to a good university, had something to do, and knew what would happen.

When I moved away from my parents, I was trying to figure out how to live. How to get my first job, what I should cook, and how to rent apartments.

Then, when I got used to living by myself, I realized that I clearly didn't have enough money to live the full life I wanted to live. That became my goal for a few years - to become a professional in a job to afford a comfortable life.

And now I seem to be working at a good enough job and getting paid a good enough salary by the standards of the poor family I grew up in. I moved to the capital and can afford a good enough apartment, food, and health care.

I will definitely continue to raise my salary, just like I didn't stop to think about better apartments, food, etc. But now it seems that lack of money no longer prevents me from doing other things. I can make time for something truly worthwhile, but I don't even know what.

Now I seem to have solved my problems, and that's a problem

Somehow, I need to now decide what kind of person I am in general and what personally worthwhile things I can do. To understand who I am and what I like, I'm creating this website.
I will try to share all my hobbies, interests and all that I like in some form on this website, to be aware of that.
And to support the weird, but beautiful Small Web.