Being in your 20s feels like standing on a train platform where every friend is boarding a different train. some rushing ahead with purpose, some circling back, some unsure if they're even on the right platform. One is chasing dreams with wild fire, another is drowning in quiet doubts behind a smiling face. We wave at each other through windows, wondering if we're late or just early. but maybe the truth is, none of us have the answers, we're all just scribbling notes in the margins, pretending we know where the story is going. Maybe the beauty of our 20s isn't in having it all figured out, but in becoming stories we haven't learned to tell yet.