After reading this article, which was posted by a friend, I'm feeling compelled to speak on this issue. I must warn you: I have the tendency to be very blunt and appear as though I lack sympathy. Please do not make that assumption. Nevertheless, when it comes to the "quarter-life crisis," my general reaction is, 'blah, blah, blah.' It reminds me of those late-night conversations I used to have in my freshman dorm. My friends and I would stay up late talking about anything and everything, believing that these 'deep' conversations would lead us to some epiphany.
I'm a little confused as to why this topic is garnering so much attention. Is there really something that profound in realizing that many of the ideas or expectations you may have had growing up are unrealistic, or worse, just wrong? Isn't that what this is all coming down to? You don't like your job, but who does? Obviously, there are some people who do, in fact, enjoy their jobs. I tip my hat to these individuals, or question their sanity. I also hope to be one of these individuals at some point. You are frustrated with your inability to keep a healthy and fulfilling relationship? Welcome to the club. By no means am I advocating that anyone gives up his pursuit of such things, but I can't help feeling as though these discussions serve little more than to point out the obvious. The first few times I read/heard about the so-called "quarter-life crisis," I too was very interested in the subject. I soon realized however, that this discussion offers very little to any of its participants.
Is this an entitlement issue? Do we believe that we are owed certain things in life? What are these things, and why are we supposed to have them? I almost want to belive that this entire "quarter-life" crisis is the perfect example of thise entitlement issue. We're not at a mid-life crisis yet, but we want everyone to know, and remember, that we're going through some tough times to. The problem is, it ain't gonna get any easier. If I've learned one thing in this past year, that would be it. There is NO finish line, ever. There is no end, only means. I'm reminded of a line from Fight Club as told by Tyler Durden. Unforunately, I forget the wording, but it's something involving a snow flake (any help here?). I'm just as guilty of having these (false?) expectations as anyone else, but I've begun to question what purpose these expectations actually serve. What do you think?
The one part of that essay that stands out is the following:
"Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward."
So, please, let go and move forward.
Then again, maybe this entire post is nothing more than an example of myself experiencing a quarter-life crisis:
"You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not."