I consider myself to be left-libertarian but find that difficult to define, though I know where I stand on most issues. On many of them, I am a moderate by my own definition because I reject the extremes of, frex, totally forbidding something, and totally allowing it.
I started out as a New Deal Liberal, partly because my father was. From the age of 10 onward I started absorbing the ideas of Robert Heinlein, practically through my pores. As an example, I totally incorporated his statements that if you take on the care of a living being, it is your responsibility for the life of that being; or, if sentient, until it can be independent. He had a very early, inspiring story about a traumatized ex-astronaut who now suffered from severe fear of heights - until the mewing of a trapped kitten on a ledge very high up in a hotel building caught his attention.
I also became a feminist during the Awakening, having had quite enough of being viewed as an Other, with attitudes and aptitudes attributed to me that I didn't have and the ones I did have being ignored or patronized.
At the same time I discovered Ayn Rand, who is a great author to take ideas from in adolescence but who absolutely must be outgrown, because her system is rigid and in many ways simply not suited to human reality. It certainly is a system that totally denies the realities of fertility, having children and rearing them, and the necessities thereof. But a lot of what she said felt totally liberating at the time, being reared in a system of aggressive unselfishness. I think you know the sort: in which nobody ever gets what they want and everybody always comes last, and anyone who complains has proven themselves selfish and morally beyond the pale. Gaaah.
Well, parenthood both consumes you and transforms you, as Lois Bujold said in the afterword to "Cordelia's Honor." (I think you'd like Cordelia's Honor. There is a very bad bad guy and his very damaged henchman, but Lois totally believes in redemption for those who will accept it.) So does the urge to write if you do it. So does experience in the work world (have you had that yet? It's extremely eye-opening.) And ...
to cut things short, a lot of things that used to bother me now seem trivial after all this time. But old age doesn't bring you all the answers; just a handful of them "that worked for me back in the day; but don't forget, those were different times." What it brings is the knowledge that there are many, many things you don't know and more you can't do, but at least you have an idea where those limits are. "We have advanced to newer and more surprising levels of bafflement."
BTW - I would very heartily suggest you dip into Lois's novels. She has three universes going right now.
Cordelia's Honor is the beginning of the Vorkosigan series, though she wrote Warrior's Apprentice (about Cordelia's son beginning his adventures) first. They're medium-future science fiction and very, very good.
Curse of Chalion is the first book in a fantasy series we call the Five Gods universe. It's late medieval/early Renaissance equivalent and begins with a wounded, weary veteran painfully making his way home on foot after some time as an enemy prisoner -- he is a wonderful and decent fellow, as well as being shrewd and intelligent. He has some marvelous lines, such as his comment to his Princess that not every cage is made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds. And so he will not flatter her about her progress in her studies.
The Wide Green World is a post-catastrophe novel set in something very like the American frontier of around 1800, with a very nice and totally mismatched hero and heroine. The first two novels concern cross-cultural contact: hers in the first book and his in the second. The last two take them on a riverboat journey that opens up the world and offers solutions to the unsolvable problems shown in the first two books.