restless....

Restless - that's the word that best describes me, at this moment, at this stage of my journey. Why can't I just slow down, just be peaceful, even after all these years?
I do not consider myself a perfectionist, but I have always tried to perfect it all. I do not consider myself an unreasonable person, but I have always let my passion and free will dominate. I do, however, consider myself determined, but I found it so difficult to limit my ambitious ideas and stay focused. I start to wonder why on earth do people want to make a difference, and what makes a happy life. Shall I say I am immature or shall I say I am still young? Still... restless.