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.
It’s all being decided at this very moment, when all you have the energy for is battle PMS. The world is staring you bluntly in the face, asking “What the hell are you going to do?’ and you, well, you don’t know.
It’s not that you don’t know what you’re doing. It’s that you want to do everything. You want to travel, you want to fall in love, you want to be dedicated to your job, be the best at it, you want to change the world, and there is just so little time to do it all.
Hollywood actress Helen Mirren once said: “The hardest period in life is one’s twenties. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous and you’re physically in peak condition. But it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.”
When you are finally at a liberty to do everything you want, that’s when it gets the scariest. Because what if you can’t do it all, what if you can’t do anything? You can no longer blame it on the perils of being too young, or too much responsibilities, you can only blame it on yourself and the fact that at your best, you were the worst.
And it’s messing up your head. You’re at a sweet spot of having aged but maintaining a little innocence. The perfect time to be responsible, but to dream big. The time you’re allowed to see the world through rose-tinted glasses because you’re young, and idealistic. You are part of the future, and you can actually change the course of your generation.
It’s a lot of pressure.
Mostly on yourself. When you look in the mirror and see a twenty-something so unsure of herself, when she should be weaving magic.
But as I said, it’s the time of paradoxes. You’re chasing the unknown.
Scrambling for a dream you’re not even sure exists.
And you’re falling and you’re sinking, and you take on a destructive path into the labyrinth of suffering out to your great perhaps.
There’s no other feeling.