Dear 2025
As an emerging adult, I'm looking at the state of our world with sad eyes. I glance through childhood pictures while silent tears run down my face. I was full of so much love, hope, and ambition. It all seems to be a distant memory now. As I approach my first full-time job, 44 hours to be exact, I wonder if this is all there is to life. Work 9.5-hour days to have 4 hours to yourself, work five days to have two days off? Is this really it? In some ways, I spent my 16 years in school working towards freedom, just to join another prison system. We really are all running in a hamster wheel, not racing each other exactly, but trying to run away from our current state of life. I sit here and ponder what will make my life fulfilling. Will it be traveling, buying a house, or having children? I'm not sure, but it's hard to be excited for any of those things when I will have to constantly work to afford the things that may or may not be fulfilling in life. Sometimes I feel like I...
