It’s too early to call it a midlife crisis, too late to call it puberty. It’s the time of your life where you’re too old to show off and too young to screw up. The time you’re pressured to “go out there,” “have fun” and “see the world” when you can barely afford a decent meal.
It’s the time of paradoxes. Season of the bipolars. Age of depression.
Your decisions could determine the next 10 years of your life. The no’s and yeses you give out could ultimately draw the line whether you’re gonna marry your true love, or someone who makes sense, or if you marry at all. Whether you get married in a beach, or at the city hall; whether you get to live in your dream suburban house or in an urban broken home.