One quarter down, three to go...

The quarter-life crisis... Im all too aware of how ridiculous that sounds, considering only a few hundred years ago this would've been the end of a short, vile baby-breeding existence. I guess it's more of a category than a crisis, but wading through the thick of this phase of life feels like one of those dreams where you're trying to run but the air has been replaced with Jello. The whole world is laid out in front of you but it feels like your best days might be behind you. Everything you ever thought you wanted is finally within your grasp and simultaneously slipping through your fingers. The older generation, living their settled lives, makes you want to run screaming down the boulevard but the corners are littered with the younger generation, so unsettled they make you feel both longing to be back in it and relief that you escaped it. We are such a huge category of modern human existence you would think we'd all be on top of the world but it feels like I'm stuck in an elevator with my entire generation. Career vs family, youth vs maturity, goals vs dreams... everyone is frantically pushing buttons & no one knows where to get of.