At 21, we work on finishing our last year in university, and hope to scrap through those last few subjects and just pass. We don't want to be those who 'failed' to get out in the predetermined time frame.
At 22, we sit back and tell ourselves, "Wow, I made it through those 3 years and at last I got my degree". So what? We go ahead looking for the job we want, on the way being super annoyingly picky about the job we want.
By 23, we have been working on the job for a year now, and I hate it. So what do I do? I quit. I find another job which I supposedly love. ---> Liars.
On the way, we continue screwing up our lives by hating our jobs, having irrelevant fights with the boyfriend or girlfriend, making up, bitching about the bosses at work and breaking up for good.
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