I had a good long talk with the GHMC tonight, which reminded me of the fact that one’s early twenties, as a general rule, are Not Terribly Much Fun. His haven’t been, mine haven’t been, most of my good friends’ haven’t been. We’re all fortunate enough to have roofs over our heads and food in our bellies, but being a young twenty-something in the US of A (or Canada) is the emotional equivalent of being trampled by elephants while drowning in cement.
Jim DeVita, in his one-man show In Acting Shakespeare, adapted from Sir Ian McKellen’s show Acting Shakespeare, mentions that historians don’t know much about what Shakespeare was up to in his early twenties. They call these years the “lost years.” Mr. DeVita then continues to say, “And really, who of us don’t have a few years in our twenties that we wish were lost?”
It’s a statement that’s gotten me through a lot, the past few months, so I wanted to share it. Just because your early twenties suck, it doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It doesn’t mean you’re a worthless person who will never get anywhere in life. It means that you’re going through something many people do, and you are perfectly capable of coming out the other side of it and moving on to something better. Things will get better. You’ll figure it out, eventually.
And, in the words of the immortal J. R. R. Tolkien: