I'm 25 and struggling through so many things. My life, my mind, mediocrity, everything. This isn't the life I had planned for myself and deep down, I am an optimist who hopes for things to become all I want them to be. However, that belief is covered by layers of sadness, pessimism, and greyness. Some days I bounce higher and other days I barely get off the ground. I believe that love is the answer and that giving up is for the weak.
When I was younger, I saw 20-somethings sitting at coffee shops and thought they must be so happy now that they’re older and have their lives together. Now I’m the 20-something and I see that life doesn’t slow down and fall into place just because you’re old enough. Being older just means that you have to make time to stop and enjoy that coffee.