I see a small section of people who stand-up for what they want. They do the jobs they like, marry the people they love, travel to destinations they dream even if they have to hitchhike. They do all that facing a lot of resistance and hardship, from society as well as family.
Some of them end up having just ordinary lives. No opulence, no fanfare.
Just ordinary.
This gives a lot of satisfaction and a sense of security to the society, which can label this small, adventurous population as a failed experiment.
But what the society can't fathom is the level of satisfaction and happiness this small population experiences even in their so-called ordinary life. They enjoy each day and each experience as life presents it. They find meaning in their existence rather than face compulsion of routine. They keep exploring, experimenting, enjoying the forbidden fruit.
They are not a failed experiment, they are the next iteration of evolution.
