"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way..."
-Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
I came across the mention of
quarter life crisis a few years back, on a fellow blogger's blog. I wasn't even 21 then. I was naive enough to think that this was another
grown-up/growing old rant, and some smart person just decided to give it a fancy name so that more people would identify with what he felt. On one level, I did empathise with a few things on that list, but I was pretty skeptical about most parts of it until quite recently.
Introspective abilities are a gift, and much like any other gifts that nature bestows on you, should be used sparingly and with the utmost care. As I found myself in one of those introspective moods today, I thought about the quarter life crisis again. Did that whole thing just start making more sense now?
These are interesting times.
On the bright side, it would be fair for me to say that the early twenties haven't been as harsh on me. With a decent graduate school education, friends that would last a lifetime, and a tonne of good memories, lessons and experiences, there is little room for complaints. In addition to that, it is a boon to be blessed with a job that lets me do what I like doing and pays me for it. Every part of me, everyday is really grateful for that. Sure, there are ebbs and tides, but it is good to be with a group of people that encourage learning and give you a chance.
As you get through those nasty teenage years, you grow up to understand that things change. That is the change everyone knows about, and everyone talks about. The change a person experience in outgrowing his/her teenage self. However, change also happens as you transition through your twenties. Subtle, and in some cases, minimal; it is this change that no one talks about. Finding yourself in a place where you decide ( or in some cases, are forced to decide) what you stand for. You have to pick a side. In moments like those, all of a sudden, you realise that the choice that seems the most rational is the one that a younger version of you would have vehemently argued against.
The beauty of it is that these situations can be of two types. The frequent and relatively insignificant ones like deciding on whether you should blow your hard earned money on a gaming machine or save that money and put that gaming machine on a wait list until your tax returns show up. It may even be something as insignificant and immaterial as thinking of going back to your old college hairstyle and a hippie beard, but waiting out until you get that important meeting with your customers done. These are generally the easy choice situations.
There are other significant, rare ones, which may impact you for the rest of your life. For instance, accepting the fact that things may not work out with that one person you like, and moving on, having cut your losses and learnt your lessons, albeit the hard way. Conversely, you may decide to stick it out, fight it to make it right, and win your way through it.
At some point in time, you are faced with more choices than you want, and you think they're more than you can handle. While you would happily choose a class in college that all your friends were taking so that you could all study as a group, you are now faced with a career choice that places the mantle in your hands. You see people around you settling down, and it unsettles you to even think about what qualities would you want in a person you'd want to spend the rest of your life with. You grow up to understand that compatibility on an emotional level trumps every other requirement.
Sometimes, and in some situations, you may end up with diplomatic solution to a problem that a younger, more opinionated version of you wouldn't have supported. You learn that picking a battle is more important than blindly fighting every one of those.
The best thing about all of this is that when you introspect, you end up understanding that it is these moments of discretion and decisions, made at the threshold of manhood, that would really go on to define you as the person you are, when you were to look back.
Hence, viewing it a quarter life opportunity or a crisis, is a weighted average of the choices you decide to make.
One can't always KNOW EVERYTHING that is worth knowing. After all, information theory states that quantity of information is inversely proportional to its predictability. Taking that logic further, I like to believe that it means that the more we knew, the lesser fun we'd have! As with magic tricks, so with life. Not knowing is part of the fun.
Having said that, I'll play along! :)