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Not married at 25

Sometimes I feel like I might explode. As if I’ve eaten one too many dinners at TGI Friday’s and really didn’t need the desert. My head pounds as if it’s a construction worker’s playground. Were I’m sweating profusely and I’m unable to take my jacket off. I’m twisted in between jobs, home and countries. My insides are screaming “WHAT DO YOU WANT” while everyone around me just seems to shout. The only place that understands my madness is my brain that’s connected to my heart. My heart can be seen across oceans only to translate exactly who I am. I don’t know my future goals or my future place but it’s there. Why do we always have to have a clear photo of where we are going? Isn’t this world painted with endless brushstrokes that we can always see the masterpiece in the end? Why is everyone concerned with goals, success, accomplishments etc? Am I a new generation where my rents can’t understand the significance of being 25 and not knowing everything in my life? I’m fifty years short of missing the boat were people lived to work. I work just for living life Am I being selfish with my worldly trips and obsessions to continue to understand the unknown world yet discovered by corporate USA? I’m not burned out on work and I’m not burned out on school, but what happened to me? Why can’t I be married like the rest of my friends?