In your twenties, there will come a quiet morning when you realize that you don't know anything at all, and somehow, that emptiness will feel honest. You'll board trains thinking they'll take you home, only to step off at the wrong stop. Laughing with strangers who will briefly feel like family. You'll find friends in borrowed kitchens and late-night walks, the people who hold your hand for a season and teach you pieces of yourself you didn't know were missing. Some will stay, some will fade away and loving them will hurt but it will also save you. You'll fall in love softly or all at once, with people who don't always know how to stay, and you'll learn that love isn't always meant to last forever to be real. Plans will slip through your fingers, dreams will rearrange themselves, and you'll chase the wind just to feel alive for once. On some days it will all feels too heavy, you'll sit somewhere quiet and cry to the universe, and it won't rush you or offer rehearsed comfort, it'll just be there, steady, letting you break and gather yourself again. Slowly, you'll return to the child you once were, the one who dreamed without fear, who painted the world in impossible colors. And in that mess of friendships, love, loss, and becoming, you'll see it, a brave new world unfolding, not perfect, but yours. So when you get lost, let it happen. Hold the people who find you. Embrace it. This is the art of living This is where the universe smiles right back at you.