I am thirty years old and I still feel like a little girl. I still look around to see what others do and thus make sure that I am not completely different; I still look around for help, a friendly elbow and a advice said in a low voice. But apparently I don't attract anyone's attention. No one else seems to be looking around wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel as if it were the only person who is confused and worried about the decisions I have made and the future that awaits me? Look where looked, only I see people who throw forward. Maybe he would have to follow his example.
The narrator expresses a sense of immaturity and confusion at thirty years old, feeling like a child who constantly seeks reassurance from others. Despite their age, they still look for guidance and support, feeling isolated in their uncertainty while observing that others seem to move confidently through life.
This introspection leads them to question why they feel like the only one grappling with fears about their decisions and future. Through observing those who appear assured, they contemplate the possibility of emulating their confidence to find direction and assurance in their life.
