So, it's currently Sunday, and as we all know, Sunday = FEELS. You know, when those emotions you've ignored all week (or month) end up hittin' you like a damn brick Sunday night while you're trying to Netflix.. (or Netflix and chill, although that would be rather unfortunate)
I know it can't just be me..
Anyway, as of about 15 seconds ago, I am about 87% sure my Quarter-Life crisis is in full-swing. Not afraid to admit it. I didn't even know it was an actual thing until just now (yes I actually googled it). I believe the more educated on the matter refer to it as one's "Mid-Twenties." Or when the M-F grind begins to chip at you mentally and you wonder just what the fuck you got yourself into, while also beginning to question whether or not the path you took to reach this point was the "right" one. That strange, deep down feeling of absolute fuckin' uncertainty and angst.. That. That thing. I don't much care for it, to be honest, and it definitely has me thinking..
Now, I realize hindsight is 20/20 yadda yadda, however I am the type of person to look back on things and reflect. That's just who I am. It may not be the best way to live life, but for most situations, I think the pros outweigh the cons. I feel this is one of those situations.
Do you remember how you felt your senior of high school? Those last couple weeks of utter elation. Not a care in the world. You finished high school! For some, you were right on the verge of University; others went straight to work. Regardless, in those 18 year old heads of ours, we were adults. Ready to take on the world and tackle these ambitions of ours (but not drink alcohol, of course, that's naughty). Little did we know.. Somewhere in the next 5-10 years, that naive sense of invincibility would be lost, and a large majority of our peers would end up supplementing their real dreams with something much more "practical". Now, there are far too many factors to take into account, so I won't even bother. However, I will say that very very few of my peers knew what they wanted to do with the rest of their life when they were 18. That first year was more or less a frantic search for something, something that sparked a real genuine passion. Asking a typical 18 year old to make that decision and commit 100% seems ridiculously impractical. I mean shit, there's a good chunk of 20 and 30-somethings that still have no fuckin' idea.
That being said - those teenage dreams, those aspirations, that insatiable drive to succeed in whatever that dream originally was. These things don't just disappear. That is YOU. At the very core. I honestly believe that is what makes each and every one of us unique.
"Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality." - Jonas Silk
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." T.E. Lawrence