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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 up together, a tightly woven bag with no pockets of holes. But, that may not seem to be the ultimate idea. Graduating from school means we're a thin thread, waiting to be sewn, into a brand new piece of our own - through growth and experiences. Hence, it would be absurd to assume we got it all together and we're set for life right after school - when the real world has just begun.  

 Age. A number? Or so it seems. Since when did numbers became a determinant of our worth, our purpose in life? A person would be considered of no use when they reach a certain age, it's like as if their past experiences perished, slowly disappeared into thin air. Watching fleeting moments, watching people come and go in our life, no matter how everything gets by us quickly, we still stay - in our soul and body. The same entity till death. Why do we let society, let the world dictate our purpose, shove and push unrealistic standards in our minds, inhale our souls till we have nothing left in us. An empty shell in this rat race. 

Who are you? What makes you going? You know, something that lit your dearly mind, keeps your candles burning, keeps your heart beating, eyes wide open, fingertips anxiously busy. Only you know, only you know love. When everyone else are asleep, only you're awake and you anticipate the next move for the things you're passionate about. Can we relive passionate times? Preparing our minds for only things worth our time, worth our energy, things we do that speak for us when we're out of words. We are what we surround ourselves with. 

Representation. You are; the times you get excited when you try a new recipe, the times your eyes lit up when you meet people of your kind, the times you urgently flip pages of your favorite book to reach the last part, the times you skip a little when you walk at your favorite places, the times when you smile a little during parts of your favourite movies and songs. You are what you love. So, the next time you start to doubt your worth in this life, don't.

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