I’m 25-years old. Even through a quarter-life crisis, I didn’t realize this until now. What I also realize is that I am in the middle of my past and my future. I guess that’s super inaccurate considering I might not live 25 more years. But in the frame of my 20s, 25 is the flagship, the end of an era, and the gateway to a new one.
“Life is full of things you can’t fix, no matter how well-intentioned you are.” — Guillebeau
There are many things I wish I could’ve done much sooner. Or I wish my life thus far had been lived differently. But I can’t change the past. I can only embrace the present and future and do my best with what I have now, not what I had then.
I have done so much living since I turned 25 in September that my 24-year old self would be so proud. So fantastic. Right now, at the time of writing this entry, I am so content in my life. I have no home that’s mine but I have a space to exist and be creative, I have very little money but I have work, and I don’t have a lover but I do have love and make sure to love myself everyday I wake up. It’s important. I am also dreaming of improvements to my current life. I can see it so vividly that I think it’s doable so I’m going after it.
I have a pretty good idea of where my life is going over the next 5 years. A great deal of traveling, maybe even settling down somewhere for a while, but I’ll always try to improve my person. There are a lot of things in my early 20s that I would’ve done differently, but that’s only because I’m more knowledgeable about a lot of things now. If I continue to learn from my mistakes and triumphs and also learn to forgive myself and celebrate life, then I can reach my goal of being happy and content in life.
I’m hoping that at ages 30, 40, and 50 (if I live that long), I will be a stronger and wiser person.