The day is here. It’s my birthday. I’m 24 and it’s really not that much different from being 23. It’s still a super weird age when no one knows what’s going on and what you’re supposed to do but you’re doing it anyway, preferably without crying.
When I look at my friends, at the lives they live, I can see an incredible variety.
I have friends the same age as I am who’s at a kid number 2 and I have friends who still live with their parents. Some of them are engaged and planning their wedding. Many of them are married while others jump from relationship to relationship. I have friends at 24 already divorced and friends who never had a relationship. I have friends who still have no idea what they want to do with their life.
There are some that left the country years ago and never looked back. Others don’t intend to leave their hometown. I have a friend who is part of a scientific research team. The other lectures at worldwide medical conferences. The other still works at a fast-food restaurant and another one never had a job. I have friends who are great leaders and I have friends who barely leave the comfort of their home.
I have friends whose kids are old enough to go to school and I have friends who lost their kid by the age of 24. Some of my friends are stuck in a boring dead-end job and some change their life every other year. Sadly, I have friends who didn’t live to see their 24 birthday.
Some of my friends spend Friday nights at different bars and some of them spend their Fridays among kids diapers. Then there are 24 years old friends who travel to different countries every other week and I have no idea where they get the money from. I have friends who spend half of their day at the gym and the other one at some house party and I still have no idea where they get the money from. There are some without any education whatsoever living the dream while the other changed the major like 3 times already.
All of us 24 years old have one thing in common.
We’re trying our best.
The lack of examples, norms, or rules of what 24 should look like gives us all beautiful freedom in doing and being whatever.
No one knows what you should be and what you should have accomplished by this age and if they claim they do they are just full of shit.
The diversity is what makes this age so special, yet so strange.
I’m 24 and it doesn’t feel real at all. It’s like I can’t remember half the things that lead me to where I am now. Suddenly I’m 24 and it’s so awesome.
I started my 23 pretty badly, but I made it through and had a pretty bitchin year. You can find the summary of my 23 in my Dissecting 2019- month by month.
The last time I published Turning 23 and everything I shared in it is still relevant for me.
My birthday wish is to spend my 24 years as naturally as I can. No forcing it. Just doing anything and everything that pleases me at the given moment. Going with the flow. No pressure of following non-existing norms of what should I have accomplished by now. Just enjoying. Just being. God knows we all need it.
My mum likes to remind me she was getting married when she was my age but I am so far away from doing so.
Well, let’s see where this year leads me.