the madness of 20th age

Twenty one . Just...twenty one . It's weird.

One minute, I feel like a grown-up, looking at jobs and bills. The next, I’m laughing with friends, feeling like a kid again.Everything feels like pressure. Social media shows perfect lives, but my life is messy. Everyone asks about my "plans," but I barely know what I'm doing today.I wonder if I'm doing enough, if I'm wasting time. I miss when life was simple, like in my old photos.Maybe it's okay not to know everything. Maybe the mess is part of the adventure.