The 21-year crisis

Primary school, a blissful habitation where I was so assured my twenty one year old self would have it all covered. At the ripe old age of twenty one years and seven months I can inform you without hesitation this is not the case.

The world is bigger and scarier than ever and the direction I am heading isn’t necessarily the one I have always dreamed of.

 

What is it that gives us the ability to know something is right?

 

To know something is our purpose?

 

To know if the person we love is actually ‘the one’?

 

I find with each passing month I have more pressure, more questions and fewer answers. At the time many of us are starting to begin a more planned and structured future, mine seems to hold more curve balls than anything else.

 

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