Midlife Crisis at Twenty-Something

Ever heard of a midlife crisis…
in your twenties?

She wants to do everything.
A million things.
Nothing specific in particular
but everything
she’s ever had a flicker of interest in.

It makes me wonder…
Did she perhaps skip a phase in life?
Did everyone else—the ones who look like they’ve figured life out
quietly pass this too?

“Feels like a midlife crisis,”
she whispers.
Because the fate of those
who want to do every single thing
and nothing specific in particular
is usually— drum roll please…

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

After years of being obedient
to duty, to culture,
to what society expects of her,
to what her loved ones believe she should be doing
she asks the most sacred question:
What do I want to do?

But don’t get her wrong.
Life, at this very moment, feels
beautiful.
What do you call it
when the grass looks greener,
when the sun feels warmer,
when the spring air hums like a forgotten song,
when the sunrise and sunset
sing a love story
no one’s ever written before?

Tell me,
what do we call that?

And yet…
what do you call
this heaviness,
this feeling of being stuck
when you don’t know which path to take,
when careers blur into businesses,
dreams into doubts,
when you can’t decide,
and your indecision looks like rebellion
against what’s expected of you?

What do you call it
when you feel their disappointment,
when your heart aches through whispered prayers
no one sees but God?

And is it madness,
to feel both at the same time?

This beauty.
This ache.

Is this what happens
to people of faith?
The ones who believe
in a Lord above all things
who know
that whatever life throws their way,
He will sort it out?
That there’s no need for worry,
no reason for anxiety,
even if the path is unclear?

So tell me
can one go through a midlife crisis…
in their twenties?

Because if she is,
maybe it’s not a crisis.
Maybe it’s a becoming.