"am I wasting my 20s?" - by Nix 🕊 - starting from nix

Being 20 something in a big city is both agony and bliss. Everyone is lonely, everyone is obsessed, everyone is hungry. A collective era of being lost, hopeful, and distracted. Being overwhelmed with options, feeling unsure about choices. Feeling like everything matters and nothing matters at all. Your 20s is probably the only time in your life you have the specific, glorious combination of agency and few commitments. You could theoretically change your life at any moment. Move here, date that person, work on that startup, write that blog, dye your hair, adopt a dog. Of course it’s never easy — but it’s possible to uproot yourself, become a new person. Should I stay, should I go? I don’t know if this agency is freedom or burden. Perhaps all the best things are both. I imagine one day I’ll look back and say: I was so young and lived in san francisco — on weekends, I ate cheap al pastor burritos in dolores, sinking in the warm grass. Painted on friday nights instead of going out. At some

Being 20 something in a big city is both agony and bliss. Everyone is lonely, everyone is obsessed, everyone is hungry. A collective era of being lost, hopeful, and distracted. Being overwhelmed with options, feeling unsure about choices. Feeling like everything matters and nothing matters at all. Your 20s is probably the only time in your life you have the specific, glorious combination of agency and few commitments. You could theoretically change your life at any moment. Move here, date that person, work on that startup, write that blog, dye your hair, adopt a dog. Of course it’s never easy