By the time you turn 25, you start to realize that everyone has been through at least one shitty relationship, has had some type of very traumatic experience happen to them, and has experienced some deep sadness. Before you realize that, you think you’re the only one who has went through that stuff; and then you turn 25.
I’ve spent most of my life thinking that I really went through some hard and daunting times. What I failed to see was that most, if not all of my peers were going through challenges and scary things as well. The only difference was the types of things and how we let them affect us.
That’s the funny thing about life. We all live it differently. By the time you turn 25, you really start to accept “to each his own”.
When I started working at the age of 15, I realized that life is no longer whatever I wanted to do that day. I hated the responsibility. I hated the confinement. I hated the tax money taken from my paychecks.
After I graduated high school, I realized that the school I graduated from was a joke and that the education I received there was far below fair. I was happy to get out of there and start a new chapter in my life. I was happy to graduate at 17 with honors. I was happy to be free.
Free. That’s what you think when you’re young. You think that when you leave high school or finally move from your parents house that you’re free. When you turn 25, you realize that freedom is not what you thought it was.
Once you enter college and live a lie of freedom, you graduate and try to get a job. If you are lucky enough to get a job in your field, you work 40 hours a week and have your days off. You’re probably still mad about the tax money they take out of your checks, and at this point, you’ve probably went through something traumatic and life changing.
By the time you turn 25, you start to see what’s really important to you. That might be taking your dogs for a walk or traveling to new places. It can even be reuniting with family or old friends over a nice lunch rather than a keg and bonfire. Your days off start to become the days you unplug from the world and be with your favorite person – yourself. On those days off you might also catch up on your laundry, go grocery shopping, or do one of your favorite things to do as an adult – nothing.
You see, being 25 doesn’t mean you’re boring, old, or out of touch. Being 25 means standing strong in your power and having a strong sense of self. Being 25 means loving yourself and everything around you even if it’s not ideal. Being 25 means you’ve reached level 25 of life – you’ve beat the underwater level, you’ve thrown fire balls at anything that got in your way, and you’re still alive.
All of my people who are 25 (or older), give yourself a high-five because you’ve probably gone through some crazy shit and guess what? You survived.
Last week I turned 25. I’m on an awesome level in this game we call life. Remember there’s no destination – so please, enjoy the ride.