What does it mean to be in our twenties? We're at the cusp of full blown adulthood, the in-between careless youth of trial and error and the impending arrival of heavy bills and responsibility and calculated risks. If the young is forgiven for their foolhardiness and the old is chided to know better, where do we fit in?
On occasions of contemplation like these I am stricken with a panic to snatch at life manically, to grab at fragments that can still allude to a blooming youth eager to find her place in this big adult world. How the days gone by are mostly reminiscent of a blithe air, so full of promise and potential that we yearned to stretch our dreams far and wide.
I beg for time to be kind.
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