Still Under Construction: You Don’t Need Your Life Figured Out at 20
Image by The Independent It’s 11:42 p.m. on a Sunday, and I’m sitting aimlessly, watching the blue light reflect off my phone screen and thinking about how simple my dreams used to be. I wanted to be a dancer when I was a kid. Why? Because I loved dancing and thought I was really good at it. Later, I wanted to be an actress because I enjoyed performing. When I went to college, I became interested in academics, again believing I was good at them, and decided to build a career around something connected to my studies. Then I created a LinkedIn profile. I watched my classmates update their bios to “Incoming Analyst” or “Founder,” while my relatives left unread WhatsApp voice messages asking, “Beta, what are your future plans after this?” and “Is there even any scope for this?” Suddenly, all my dreams felt useless, as if they had never been good enough. A tight, suffocating panic seized my chest, and in the quiet of that late-night spiral, I wanted to scream into the void: “Let me live my ...