Life. Life has a funny way of saying "Here you go, a sprinkle of challenges for you and a dash of heartbreaks. All the best my love". Then, you're left alone to handle things that come ahead. Some days you get excited, some days you reached brink bottom and other days, you just feel empty. Like a speck of dust lingering in stuffy rooms and old books, you wait for some purpose in life, a meaning to live for. That, my friends, is the abstract representation of being in our 20s. So, where do we begin? How did being in our 20s became such a pressurizing and painful age to live in? Was it when the education system started? Or when social media started circulating "perfect visions" of how being in our 20s should be? When we all graduated from school, everyone is expected to secure a job immediately, get the best job you could ever obtain, build a whole empire of financial earnings, have a consistent hustle culture and the best of friends. That sounds perfectly pieced...