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Screen shot 2014-09-30 at 5.37.56 PMSometimes I like that I believed your lies because it meant I thought the best of you. Sometimes I like how hard I tried to make things work, because it meant I was open to the idea of you. Sometimes I like the times things went wrong, because it meant I was willing to fight for you.

It’s bittersweet getting through something with the very person who put you though it, but I’m so glad I did because it meant life hasn’t yet, made me cold to the idea of love. And that’s all because of you.

I started a blog to bring lost, confused, twenty-something’s together, after feeling alone on my own adventure. I couldn’t find anything or anyone to tell me what I needed to hear, so I wrote it.

Now I’ve revisited my childhood dream to write a book.

tumblr_ly0q3uxklu1qzgie8o1_500I don’t want to write a book that will end up overdue at the library or in the abandoned corners of a bookstore shelf. I want a book that can expand to a ‘Young and Twenty’ brand. One that can truly get others through hard times and can make the darkness I’ve been through, a worthwhile adventure.

It’s become an epidemic. People in their twenties are going through a worldwide struggle of acceptance, success and understanding. Three simple concepts that have become nearly impossible to find. This book will be a staple as graduation presents, going to college encouragement, birthdays, breakdowns, or just because.

We live in a world of trends. If books are done right, they can be in Instagram photos beside baths and Starbucks coffees. Their quotes can be shared across Twitter and the pages can shared be across Tumblr.

This is the book I needed when I sacrificed a year of my twenties to find a way to accept myself and the obstacles life offers.

So, if Justin Bieber can make success from a YouTube video, we can make success from a blog.

Please share your thoughts and opinions! Would you read my book? Have you already or are you thinking of writing your own? All ideas and advice are welcome.

Screen shot 2014-09-30 at 5.39.29 PMWe spend our lives preparing for the day we graduate college. The day we enter the real world and the day we’re left on our own. Society has put it in our heads that life starts and stops when we’re handed a diploma. We have so much to do and so much time to do it, yet we live to believe it should already be done.

Life shows no mercy as we’re hit with a wind that keeps pushing back. Teasing us of happiness beyond the cold. Success beyond the struggle. The hardest thing to do is look up and look forward, so too often, we turn our backs, and lose sight of the path we were walking.

We must use the push of the wind as momentum and use the idea of falling; as the very something that keeps us up.

Screen shot 2014-09-27 at 12.35.30 AMWe hate when people assume things just pass. If you see me in a month, I still might be confused. If you see me in a year, I still might be insecure. If you see me when I’m smiling, I still might be in pain.

Don’t say, still? Don’t say, I thought you got over that? Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.

I’d be so simple if we had  the same friends, same background, same childhood. It’d be so easy to understand if we had the same thoughts, same fears, same goals. It’d be so different if we could see through the walls people build and understand the laughs that are true and the tears that they drown in.

But we don’t have the power to see the ones who are struggling. So, we should live our lives remembering, we’ve all hurt and with that, we’re all able to hurt again.

Screen shot 2014-09-25 at 8.17.42 PMYou were a war I wanted in on and a battle I refused to lose. I fought day after day until I had no fight left and now, I’ve finally surrendered the remains of what was us and walked away with the remains of what is me. I may be bruised and worn down but I am strong and I’m growing.

I thought my life needed you, despite the bad and the worse. I thought heartbreak would kill me and this war could be won. I thought we were in this together until you left me alone and I thought I wasn’t enough, to stand by myself.

It was a struggle to learn, and even harder to accept but I’ve finally learned that love isn’t love, when you’re left fighting against yourself.

We’ve grown up with the question, what would you do if you had a million dollars?, floating around our heads. The twenties (possibly more then any other age) teaches us the value of a dollar and the way our lives change according to our income. I’ve finally given thought to what I would do if I won the jackpot or stumbled into a successful business venture. What would you do?

tumblr_lkkd40K8781qeojulo1_500_large1. Buy a two bedroom condo and rid myself of pesky landlords and the constant burden of where I’m going to live in a year.

2. Treat the friends who have stuck by me through the low points of my life, to a fancy night of food and drinks.

3. Send my parents on a two-week cruise to finally say thank you (as much as I can) for everything they’ve done for me.

4. Take two vacations myself. One with my family, and one with close friends. 

5. Enjoy the freedom of going out for desserts, to the movies, bowling etc. with no barriers or maybe after pay day, restrictions.

6. Fill my fridge and cupboards with all of the foods I’ve once picked up and put down at the grocery store because of the price. i.e the fresh $10 pizza instead of McCain.

7. Fill my closet with all of the clothes I’ve once picked up and put down at the store because of the price. (Within reason, of course). i.e. no more Forever 21!

8. Embrace the ability to finally give back to a charity of my choice. I am a strong supporter for Animal Rights and would love to contribute to such an important cause.

9. Walk through the streets with a pocket full of bills, giving them out to every homeless person I come across.

10. Use the money to financially support me while I figure out how to make a living doing what I love, writing.

Screen shot 2014-09-27 at 8.31.30 PMThere are days when you find yourself at your lowest. A recluse in your condo and a prisoner of your sweatpants. These days are the struggle. You don’t know if you’re okay or why you feel so hollow. Your eyes don’t say anything but pain and confusion. These days question everything that once was, as the things that use to make your world turn, don’t anymore. Your darkest thoughts start to make sense and you spend your time, just getting by. Yet, on the days you can’t even force a smile, are the days you still feel purpose. It’s not that you don’t want to live. It’s that you’ve forgotten how.

Screen shot 2014-09-23 at 6.10.00 PMWe’re scared of the people who are going to let us down, kill our dreams and cause us pain. We’re scared of real emotions. The weight of heartache and the misery we must tolerate when we can no longer find sense. We runaway from pain and we cheat ourselves from life.

This proves we know so little. We’re cowards hoping to numb rejection. Hoping to endure no more then the sting of a paper cut. There are amazingly painful emotions we must learn to survive. We need to get out of our own way, out of our own mind and see that we’re not alone. We’re surrounded by people who bleed red, whose hands shake, whose voices are laced with fear.

So, embrace the mess you are and the madness in your head. Be so excited you’re scared and so scared you’re excited. Be so afraid your vision blurs and all you see is pain worth feeling.

Screen shot 2014-09-23 at 6.11.27 PMWe have impractical dreams to gain instant success. We think things come to us. We think life waits for us. There’s a truth we deny which is a future free of promises, for the only constant is that nothing is.

Every room has a door but for now, some are locked. Every path has an end but for now, we feel lost. This leaves us as victims of what’s meant to be, when it’s meant to happen. We must be patient enough to wait.Besides, the longer we are without something, the more we appreciate it. So as long as we have something to chase, we’ll keep running.

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