Keep Calm

Quarterlife crisis. Existential crisis. An after teenage vacuum. The idea of one's identity being questioned. He was 23. He was going to leave college in a few days, and he was sad and anxious. Sad - because it was the last time tgstt he could be in such a vibrant atmosphere and be totally free. Anxious - about what the future held for him.

He'd been anxious throughout his college life. Bitter experiences during his teenage years had taught him to be anxious. To be wary and to always have the upper hand while dealing with someone so that he doesn't have to be in their debt. So, he never made decisions as much as he could and let others or the system choose his way. He didn't have to take responsibility if anything goes wrong, that way. But, now he was at the crossroads again.

He had a job in hand. But, it didn't involve what he learnt in college. He could study again if he wanted. But, he didn't know whether be he'd enjoy studying again. He's made the system make so many decisions for him that he doesn't even have likes or dislikes. Just bad possibilities and worse possibilities.

Many of his friends were taking a year off to study for a test that would let them get a job or pursue higher studies. There was a possibility there too. And the final possibility he thought tgat was better than the rest - go abroad. All his life he had dreamt of interacting with people of different cultures, eating food of different cuisines, visiting differential terrains and see how the world was different.

But he didn't know if he could trust himself. Were his aspirations genuine? Will he feel bored or depressed on choosing the path that seemed right before? Everytime be tried to think about it. He felt sleepy. Escape, it was. From decisions.