It's never too late to start anything, or is it? Our stories

I just recently saw a really good post about persistence. About how it's never too late to start anything. And friends have the task of supporting you in this, not dragging you down, but genuinely rejoicing in your successes. The point isn't for them to compete with you, or even you with them, but for both of you to feel that you are equally successful side by side.
Maybe most people don't like reading longer posts, but I'll tell my story anyway.
I am 24 years old. Many of you might know that I'm Hungarian, and I've lived here since I was born. I've always had a curious nature, everything interests me. Many people consider me a good conversational partner because I can chime in on a lot of things, and I show interest even if I otherwise know nothing about the given topic. I hardly know anything about programming, but thanks to my curiosity, I have my own servers. I don't know anything about biology, yet I can maintain even a deeper conversation about birds, even if it's not my favorite topic. In short, if I consider someone my friend, I will try to relate to them, and not just to make them happy, but also because I'm genuinely interested in what that person likes, what kind of music they listen to, what their hobbies are, etc.
Despite this, I wouldn't call myself a very extroverted person. I love to talk if someone else has already started a topic, but I am very shy in new social circles. If, however, I get spoken to at least once, from then on, you can't shut me up.
I feel, though, that I attract people from both extremes. Those who encourage me in whatever I start, but also those whose greatest desire is to drag me down to their level, so that I don't accidentally become successful or accidentally enjoy my hobbies.
One of my most beloved hobbies is language learning. I really love getting to know other cultures, learning other languages, and thereby meeting new people and listening to them with interest. Although I only speak Hungarian, English, and Russian fluently, I studied German in school and Polish at university. I understand the latter two languages better than I speak them, but I could definitely carry on a basic conversation and wouldn't get lost in either Poland or Germany. I also learned Dutch for a while, which I also understand to some extent, but since there is simply no one to practice with, I can't do much with my current knowledge, unfortunately.
Since I was 13 years old, it has been a big dream of mine to learn Greek. Yes, since then. In Hungarian schools, reading the Iliad and Antigone is mandatory. When they were assigned, for some reason I was in no mood for either of them. Then I read about mythology. I looked for Greek music, thinking that if I liked the culture, the Iliad would be easier. And so it was, but to such an extent that I really fell in love with Greek culture. Before I lost over ten GB of music, I also had a lot of archived Greek radio recordings; I really loved the language, the culture, and I respected the people and their mentality. Then I got into high school and they talked me out of it. Because why do you need it, you can't use it anywhere anyway. Before university, the desire flared up again, but even then they talked me out of it: why do you need it, it's foolish to spend money on things you will never use in life.
Although I never forgot this desire, the dragging voices were louder. Then, as I started playing my favorite game, Hades, more and more again, I realized that actually, no one is controlling me anymore; it's my hobby, my life. That's how I met Vasilis - the person who, although the same age as me, is a professional teacher, and he agreed that, even if 11 years later than planned, he would make it his goal to teach me Greek.
I hid this for a long time, at least a month. To many, it's still a secret to this day. Because I'm already afraid of the reactions: that you started too late, why do you need this, the whole thing is nonsense, why are you doing it. I don't want to listen to this. Because of my dorm roommate's dragging criticisms, I literally had to deliberately schedule my classes so that I would be long gone from the dorm when Vasilis calls, because I don't want to know my roommate's opinion. Because until now, whatever I started and they knew about, they called it nonsense and idiotic. And I don't need that. And they say they know me the best and they consider me as their best friend.
And you know... It really is never too late to start. If you start playing the piano at 70, then do it. No one has any right to dictate what your hobby should be, nor when you should start it.
Do you have similar stories?

Personally, I’ve been thinking about learning Greek for a long time now, but for the past few years I’ve found it very difficult to absorb new knowledge.
In my experience, it’s often not worth listening to people. People will always talk their bullshit.
Asking what we’re doing something for and why often comes from the other person not understanding it, and yes, I’m like that myself. Sometimes I ask my friends why they’re trying to do a particular thing if I personally don’t see any point in it. I often can’t understand it even after they explain it to me, but it’s their life. Let them do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t harm them or the people around them.
That said, I never make fun of them unless I think something is genuinely stupid, but then I’ll simply say that I think it’s stupid.
I’ve done various things in my life myself and been interested in all kinds of subjects, often ones with no real future in them. Old audio technology isn’t going to get me a job, just like my interest in IVR and telephone exchanges, which I had for a while, isn’t going to either. Even so, I did it. A hobby doesn’t always have to become a job. In fact, if your job is your hobby, that isn’t always good for the very idea of having a hobby.
BTW sorry, bu i translated it automatically. My english knowledge is not enough to write this type of post from scratch like as i wanted to write it.