Finding purpose in your mid-twenties right now is kind of difficult rising rent prices make it nearly impossible to live anywhere notable, a sense of impending doom makes it feel as if the future doesn’t really matter, and all of this has caused a sense of melancholic listlessness that could hinder any sort of desire to make meaningful progress. It’s not all bad, but it also feels like it’s never been worse, at least for young adults who find themselves trapped between college life and the eroding idea of what it means to be successful in a world that keeps moving the line.
