When I was a child or a teenager, the only thing I wanted was to grow up. I’m here now, and I wish the process was slower. It’s a beautiful thing to think about the future, that is the only place your thoughts should direct to. It is even nicer to fantasize about the life you want and the person you wish to be.

All that takes little to no effort; the problem is that you have to work for it; you cannot just print it out of your mind and boom, your dreams. Not to burst your bubble, but I discovered another problem, it’s a situation where the person you thought you would be no longer aligns with what you want. 

It’s self-discovery, and the reason it’s a problem is that when you were dreaming, you had not fully come into your identity. You knew where and not who you would be. It’s quite sad because you did not factor in life happening when you were dreaming.

You did not think about the hurt that will change your view of people, the health issues that will change your lifestyle, or how people in your life will come and go. You wanted to be an adult so badly that you skipped the most important process.

Your twenties are typically special, you are in your prime, and you have the superpower of the flash. You will move through this phase pretty fast. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s here, that sweet adulthood you always dreamed of. Although I’m not sure of the taste, it’s here regardless.

I have always imagined a pretty wild twenties for myself, the kind that’s acting now, think later. It turns out the wildest thing I am capable of is stepping outside my room. This isn’t to take away your dreams, but so I do not deceive you.

You’re here on a journey; you can be sure of your destination but not the path you are going to take.