How to Survive a Quarter Life Crisis

Firstly, you are not alone. Acknowledging that is probably the most important step. I too know what it feels like to wake up one day with the sudden realisation that, oh shit, I haven’t done anything yet! How could I not have done anything yet? I’m a failure I’m a failure I’m a failure…

Er… I mean…

Even though it’s easy to fall into a spiral of self doubt, what you need to remember is to NEVER compare yourself to anyone else. Sure,  it may feel better in the short run to secretly fantasize about all the awful things that could happen to your stupid high school classmates and their stupid happy lives with their stupid beautiful families that have eyes just like theirs and…

Hold up.

Don’t do that. Try to avoid face stalking old friends to see “how they turned out”. To all of you lovely 20 somethings, social media is indeed a tasty treat of our generation which serves many wonderful purposes. Using it to spy, however, should not be one of them. It’s equivalent to say… checking on your ex in the hope that they’re miserable, which they almost never are. It’s just something you shouldn’t do.

Something else we shouldn’t do is COMPARE OURSELVES TO OUR PARENTS. So what if at our age our parents were married, with kids and jobs and a house and a plan with a future and…

Wait, take a breath. No need to panic.

Ok, lets look at this logically.

Every generation is different. If we based our lives on the generation before us, proposals would still be a bonk in a head then dragged into a cave. And everyone would be smelly… and stuff.

Moving on!

Looking around and seeing your friends, married, pregnant, talking about their high paying jobs… ok, outwardly you may be smiling and congratulating them and wishing them well and all that jazz, inwardly? Probably resenting  and, if you’re like me, plotting the demise of your alarm clock.  I do that whenever I have a spare moment.


Well, it’s human nature to want what others have, and I know it seems like you’re the only one that DOESN’T have, with no real promises of anything any time soon, BUT, even though it feels like we’ve a burden to prove ourselves by 30…

We don’t.

All those pressures and anxieties and feelings of inadequacies? They’re coming from you. Anything anyone else says is irrelevant. Ignore it. They suck.

Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. Don’t worry if on your primary school assignment you wrote you’d be married to a prince or princess by now with three kids and a pony.

Just take your time.

Spend these short years learning to like yourself. Find things you enjoy doing, learn as much as you possibly can, and go on the spontaneous trip around the country if you really want. Why not, right? Your happiness is your first priority. Jobs are important but you do have time, so find something you like. Work out exactly what that is.

Even if you’re not in your 20s, maybe you’re pushing 30s, 40s, 80s, whatever. The life you lead should be by your design only, no one elses. So live it how you like, and do what makes YOU happy.

I wrote this as much for me as I did for you.  Remember my first point?Image


My life and my loves, Who, What, When, Where, and Why.

This is the story of the 5 loves of my life. Their names are Who, What, When, Where  and Why.

Who is a guy I met when I needed to love someone. He’d throw me over his shoulders and I’d pretend to scream like I didn’t like it, but clearly did. He always wanted to keep me out of trouble. He was different from the other people I’d known and was good at keeping me in check, but he probably shouldn’t have. In the beginning we loved to do things together, like driving in no particular direction just for the adventure, and if we were walking, my feet worked doubly fast to keep up with him, which I didn’t mind at all, originally. I can’t be sure exactly at what point exactly things started turning sour. I just woke up one morning and realised that, because of who he was, I could never be who I was meant to be.

What is my first real love, or as real as it could have been. I was one of those delusional teens who think their first love will be their last, well clearly I was wrong but I admire the former me that allowed themselves to think that way . Although, the person I was then is entirely different from the person  I am now, so I suppose if someone was to preserve a 16 year old version of myself, exactly as I was, perhaps I’d have loved them forever. He was always interesting, and he always had something to say. His creative energy was part of what I loved about him, even if he wasn’t always right and even if he made me feel like I needed to seek his approval. Young love is fickle but exciting.  I gave a piece of myself to everyone I’ve loved, and I gained a piece in return. I don’t regret what we gave each other.

When is a friend that’s close to my heart who’ll always have a place there.  My arms always fit around him easily and he gave the best hugs. For him, making me giggle was easy, which I hated because I have such an awkward one, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was beautiful, and when I was with him, I was beautiful, and maybe we could have been together, but we weren’t.  It may have been bad timing, or it may have been something stronger, but I’m grateful life pushed us in different directions because where we ended up suits us far too well to just be coincidence. But when we see each other again, we’ll definitely smile.

Where was one of the worst relationships I’ve ever had, and the best friendship I’ve ever had. Thinking about it it’s probably because of the former that the latter is true, and I just love how life works out that way. I used to think we were a lot alike, and we were, but I’m not so sure anymore. At one point I thought that no one else could understand me better, and vice versa, but I guess now that doesn’t make sense. It’s funny how when you get used to not having something anymore, you start to forget how significant it was to you before. I start to feel that way sometimes, but I can’t let myself. I can’t let myself forget the fun times, the bad times, the times of nothing and the times of everything, and just because the current versions of ourselves aren’t together, doesn’t mean the previous ones don’t matter anymore. They do matter, and they were great, sometimes awful but great none the less, and I can say honestly that that was a person I’d have done anything for. And I might still do, I’m not sure. I don’t know where you are now, but you’re happy, right?

Why is my most selfish love. Not him, me. I wanted the chance to love them and I’ll always regret that I never had it. Logically I can tell myself that they’re content and could even love their life as is, but the rest of me is still screaming out “but why?” Why did it happen this way? Why couldn’t you be all the things you wanted to be and do all the things you wanted to do? And I know this is ridiculous, because I know they probably still can, if they still want to, one day. But the life they have, even if it’s a great one, is not one I’m apart of, and like I said, I’m a selfish person after all.  I don’t know why I feel this way, but I can’t apologies for it. Why, you’re an amazing person, I’ll always remember how amazing you are.

Thank you, Who, What, When, Where and Why, for being part of my life, for changing me and helping me grow.  But the person I’m in love with, isn’t any one of them. He’s all of them. He is who I love, the person that I can have fun with, go on adventures with and try and steal his hand as I walk double fast to keep up. He is what I love, and what I love about him is everything, my person to give every part of myself to and to experience new things with. When we’re together, I feel beautiful, cheeky, comfortable and safe. Where we go doesn’t matter, I could tackle the world so long as he’s beside me. He is the reason why I want to love at all, and will always want to, because knowing him has changed me forever.  He is my sixth love. My last.