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The Thing About Being 33
My journey of self-awareness
I’ll be 33 next month.
20s is usually a turbulent time for most people.
You’re a beginner at everything — being an adult, living by yourself, having a real job and a real boss, first serious relationship where you both know the real meaning of a relationship (the last one does not apply to everyone).
If you’re someone like me (service class background, conscientious 90s kid), you put my head down and you work through your 20s. You want to prove yourself.
In my 20s, I just lived my life without thinking too much about what it was that was happening, so long as I didn’t stray way too far from the fringes of society. I was aware of my patterns but I felt that I had to blend in to survive so I always worked at keeping up the pretense. I worked at being affable and I thought I had to make some sacrifices for the greater good, etc.
Basically, I didn’t question a lot of things because I had neither uncovered the truth about the society nor figured out my place in it.
But one decade is sufficient to have those epiphanies, if you’re someone like me (a contemplative reader who leans towards philosophy and psychology).
