I woke up on the morning of my twenty-third birthday to a dead-end job, a failing relationship, an empty wallet and a complete lack of direction. And I’m sure I’m not alone in that fate. The years following university aren’t kind to us. We are thrust into the real world with a large amount of things to figure out, jobs that barely pay enough to make rent, relationships that are rapidly changing and a profound feeling of being lost on how to handle it all. Your mind keeps telling you nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three, including your own life and yet, we pull through.

Most of us make it to our twenty-fourth year. Most of us make it out of the woods. Most of us are lucky enough to say that by the end of our twenty-third year we’re no longer feeling completely and utterly lost. Has it ever occurred to you how you pulled through it, or who was looking out for you? twenty-three is a lonely and uncomfortable age that sucks greatly. university is perhaps over or alomst over, our proffessional life hopefully just begining. your social life is doing an awkward shuffle in response to all the new changes. you are far away from the people who know you well and yet emmotionally close with the people who physically surround you. No,seriously!!.

Every single person you meet, interact with or think about in the course of a day has almost definitely had a period of their lives where they had NO clue what they were doing. So, this is yours. You’re just getting it out of the way early. Your self-perception is going to adjust to encompass the new, adult you: the one that you are still growing into. Don’t beat yourself up about who you are or are not yet at twenty-three – you have so much time left to grow into the person you’ll become, and to be damn proud of whoever that will be. Just make sure you add God to the search party. To your astonishment he turns things around faster than you give him credit for. Don’t be like me. Knowing him after the struggle can be pretty annoying. Let’s take it this way; assuming you’re travelling to a place you have no idea about, and just as you are about to set off, you met a guy who offered to be your guide so you don’t get missing. Out of excitement and over confidence, you told him you are cool to go. Your google map assured you your destination is just twenty minute drive away. After driving for nearly two hours, you still can’t find your destination. Now, how do you feel? Pretty stupid I think. That’s how the twenties feel like without God. You think you know it all, you don’t need any assist, it’s your life and you sure can figure it out on your own. God should take back sit and you will get in touch when he is needed. Are you serious right now? Did you just say what I think it is?