Every thought about whether you fit in the frame that life (or society) prepared for you?
It can be the moment when you realize that you do fit perfectly. The moment it becomes obvious that you ain’t a rebel, you never started a revolution and you never will. Your thoughts circle round the fact that you are as conventional as you thought you’d never be.
This moment can be kind of frustrating can’t it?
Well, probably it’s not so bad to simply step outside your frame from time to time. Not really a revolution but at least a change of perspective.