“Happy, free, confused, and lonely” is a good summary T-swift. It’s baffling how you can be always happy, loving life, dancing, singing and partying one day, and feeling so sad the next morning. You want a relationship because you seek the comfort, the closeness, the excitement that comes with starting out, and yet the thought of dating someone and giving up being single and flirting or kissing whoever you want whenever you want sounds terrible. You’re torn between the guy that’s kind of shitty but intrigues you and makes you want more, and the nice guy who treats you great but doesn’t pull you in. When you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror you’re happy that you’re youthful and wrinkle free and don’t have unwanted grey hair coming in, and yet you constantly nitpick at your skin and your stomach and your smile. There are so many things you want to do and places you want to go because you are young and have nothing holding you back, and yet you are too young to have the money to do all of it. It’s so much fun to have freedom, and excitement, and an open future, and yet terrifying to not have any certainty of who you will one day become, will your friends be separated and torn apart, will you get the dream career and the dream house and the dream partner. Maybe that’s what makes us sit in sadness on a Sunday afternoon, listening to slow music, unsure of why we feel so down after such a good weekend. The uncertainty of the future, so scary and so wonderful, the youthful glow and happiness that brings light to everyone around you, yet leaves you crying into your pillow, freedom to do whatever you want and date whoever you want, and crushing blow when the person you wanted doesn’t feel the same. Life is a tough balance, it’s wild, and yet so tame, it’s happy and heartbreaking, it’s adventurous and yet unchanging. But I think the trick to being a twenty something is this; never take it for granted, because this time of your life only happens once, and it is magical.