Nobody really tells you that your 20s feel like a race no one trained you for.
At 20, you’re expected to have direction.
To chase your dreams.
To be building something.
To look good doing it.
To not mess up.
To be enough.
But the truth? Most of us are just trying to stay afloat—figuring it out one decision, one mistake, one silent cry-at-night at a time.
Scrolling through timelines filled with people who “have it together” while feeling stuck.
The pressure is real — to succeed, to grow fast, to prove your worth.
You wake up some days full of energy and ambition.
Other days, just existing feels like an accomplishment.
And yet, you keep going.
That in itself is growth, not always loud or flashy, but quiet, internal, real.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
— Søren Kierkegaard
Sometimes, people say we’re rushing life—chasing goals, stacking dreams, moving too fast.
But for many of us in our 20s, standing still feels scarier.
There’s pressure to figure it all out, to become someone before 25.
Yet deep down, most of us are just surviving, learning, becoming.
One day, it’ll all make sense.
But until then, we live forward.
So tell me—
Is it really rushing life when you know what you want?
When you’re pursuing it? Fighting for it?
