There have been a glut of articles recently that make the most of our ever deepening addiction to procrastination and 300 word self-help articles.
The latest articles to spam up all our news feeds, and thus our daily meditations and posturings, is that the “Quarter-Life Crisis” is well and truly upon us. Forget turning 30, being 25 is terribly problematic.
Mid-twenties existential crises, it would seem, are the new black.
The basic thread of all these 300-word-philosopher’s articles is that if you don’t have the job, house and partner of your dreams then you are perfectly entitled, almost expected, to give it all up, throw a hissy fit and start on a decidedly negative thought process that will leave you demotivated, demoralized and, essentially, that one at every party who no-one wants to speak to because all they do is moan about how terrible their life is whilst sipping on generically-expensive alcohol and updating the lies on their instagram that their pseudo-life is #amaze.
Why, all of a sudden, is it so awful that at this mid-twenties juncture of our lives we are not tied in to restrictive relationships, suffocated by responsibilities, and consumed in thoughts of mortgage payments, deadlines and diaper changes?
What’s more, when did we all grow such a sense of entitlement and lose a grasp on reality? Of course you are not working the job of your dreams. The ones who are at least well into their 30s and have slaved for years to get their. They have dedicated time, effort, passion, and a good amount of elbow grease to be exactly where you want to be. Yes, your parents may like to remind you that they had a car, a house and a spouse by the time they were your age but, pry a little deeper, and undoubtedly they were reminiscing over teenage days, agonizing over where their life was going and, in the infinite wisdom of my dad, “robbing Peter to pay Paul” in order to pay the bills.
So how about we all take a step back and chill out a little. Perspective. Five, ten years from now you will look back at your mid-twenties and yearn for those days of uncomplicated bliss where you were skint, directionless but happy. Any older person, even those with the money and security that you now yearn for, will tell you that they would do anything to go back to those days.
And when we really look at our supposed quarter-life crises and give them a bit of concerted thought we will hopefully realize that they are, in fact, the emotional self-indulgence of an extremely privileged generation and demographic. We have no worries about food, war, or natural disasters. And maybe, just maybe, we are being suckers for a media creation that desperately wants us to keep coming back to their website to see videos of animals going down water-slides, pandas sneezing and baby otters squeaking whilst drinking milk.
Go get lost in a book, have a few beers with your mates whilst you still can, enjoy the journey, stop spending money you don’t have and just keeping plugging away.
“The heights reached by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, But, they, while they’re companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow