Maybe we’ve been throwing out the phrase “quarter-life crisis” too much (and by we, I mean me. Sorry about that.)
Truth is, you can be in a crisis at any age – even five. Ever had the chickenpox while your friends played without you? That’s stressful. By calling it a quarter-life crisis, I (and Buzzfeed) were insinuating that the only other life crisis you’re allowed to have is mid-life – but then what? Does that mean the rest is good to go? Probably not. There’s a lot of struggle out there for a person over 50, too. Complication knows no age.
We’re all just “20-somethings.” We’ve all got a chance to create our own future, to change it or to enhance it. We all have opportunities, and we’ve all got crossroads. I might be worried about the life ahead of me at 26, but what’s the difference between the future of either me or a 16 year old boy? Or him and a 65 year old woman? None, really.
With this, I feel ashamed for having been part of the epidemic. But I can also urge us all to remember that pointing fingers at older or younger generations with a flick of the wrist and a shake of the head won’t do any good. Instead of criticizing each other’s worries, let’s hear everyone out. Isn’t that what we all want, after all?