Lately I've had the same conversation with nearly all of my friends. Not the same conversation, exactly, but a variety of different dialogues that end with the same conclusion: Life is sort of hard when you're in your twenties. It's hard because there's no obvious path to follow — no clear, this-is-your-next-step kind of direction. Before your twenties come along, everyone's on a fairly similar road working toward fairly similar things with fairly similar worries and fears and thrills along the way.
And then, well, there's a fork or twelve in the road. And choices. So. Many. Choices.
That's where the real anxiety hits, isn't it? Having to choose. To decide. To navigate a path where we aren't totally sure there is one — let alone anyone at our sides. At any given point, we all crave empathy, people who understand where we are and where we're coming from. And in our twenties, it's not quite as universal as we've been used to. We don't all choose the same thing. And how lucky we are to live in a world where that's so. In a world where freedom is a blessing we can share.
We don't all choose the same thing, and that's the best part. It's the hardest part sometimes, sure, but it's also the best. It's the most important. Because in our twenties, we can learn from one other in a really true, significant way. In our twenties, you're there and I'm here and she's way, way far away and those differences allow room for us to grow, to move, to reach and meet each other halfway.
Change is hard, you know? Choosing is hard.
But it's also kind of the point.
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