What do I want in life? Where am I going? Who am I meant to be? Will I ever be enough? Will I find love, purpose, joy? Will I make the right choices? Will the paths I choose bring me happiness? Ah, the twenties, a whirlwind of questions. sometimes it feels like we have to know, like the world is watching, like everyone else already has it together, but maybe we don't. Maybe we don't have to have all the answers right now. Maybe it's okay to just exist, to wander through our own thoughts, to stumble and pause and breathe without solving everything. Maybe life isn't about having it figured out, it's about showing up for ourselves every day, even when it feels messy or confusing. Yes, we do have to figure our life out at some point, but yes, we are young too, and there is time, more than we often feel. We don't have to be perfect. We don't have to have it all. We just have to keep moving, keep feeling, keep experiencing... keep living. And maybe, just maybe, that is enough...