I will be 25 years old in a few short months. 25. What have I accomplished? What am I doing with my life? Where will I end up? Scary.
I have a college degree. I have $110,000 debt due to student loans. I have a job that I love and that pays me to travel. I don't know how well it will pay me. I don't know where I will live after this tour. I've been single for well over 3 years. I'd like to get married and have a family some day, but I don't understand how I will meet someone while doing this job. Nor do I see myself meeting someone back home. And I didn't meet anyone while living in New York for 3 years. I want to make music, but I fear that while my friends also want to, that I may not come home to written songs or motivation. I have more gray hairs coming in. I feel significantly older. I look significantly older. I'm out of shape, and not close to being in as good of shape as I was 2 summers ago.
Why do we put such a concern on what we're doing by a certain age in our lives? Why does our culture revolve around the crowning achievements that people make at age X or Y?
What am I doing with my life?
This was pointless.
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