I suppose that when we are younger and have lived much less of life, we become more prone to being informed by what we read, the telly, what people tell us. There is never really a point when we can claim to be independent of these informants, but perhaps would have read enough, watched enough telly, talked to enough people, lived enough of our own lives to critically assess and create manageable expectations of our own lives. Sort of.
But perhaps authenticity, as the anti-thesis of romanticism, has too been romanticized. It’s just so romantic to work with polar opposites while forgetting the heuristics.