Knock and the door will be open...

SO, you know when you get to your late twenties and you're unbelievably wise about life? Ya. Neither do I.

My twenties have brought more questions than ever. 

When you're a kid growing up, the world is your oyster. Every opportunity is in front of you. School, sports, arts, friends. When you break off into your twenties on your own - after you're out of university - it's all you. Suddenly, poof! All of those things that were at your fingertips aren't there anymore, and what's left is the weight of responsibility of being a full blown DUN DUN DUN... adult.
It's a tremendously hard transition from the go! go! go! of childhood and adolescence to the sitting with yourself of adulthood. It's uncomfortable. It's anxiety inducing. Suddenly you're asking yourself questions about the meaning of everything. No one's around to see what you're doing, so... why do anything? That question and that 'why do anything?' attitude is a dangerous one to have, because it can easily spiral you down deep into a depression. I don't recommend. I've done that already.