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July 5th, 2016

Today is my half birthday. I am 25 and a half years old. 25.5 and f***ing stoked.

When I was in high school and college I thought of 25 and 26 as super old. Like, you better be well on your way to having your shit figured out by the time you’re in your mid-20s. But what was I thinking? That mentality wasn’t unique to me either. All my peers felt that same sense of pressure. Go to a good college, get good grades, get a great job right off the bat, get a good salary, get a raise, make more money, etc.

There’s this underlying pressure that comes with being an American. Not just being an American but living here in general, and being a part of the american capitalist system. If you’re not producing or making money or collecting accolades you’re falling behind. I don’t necessarily think that’s true, but I definitely think that’s what we’re made to believe. And that’s a problem.

Young people shouldn’t have to have their whole life figured out by the time they’re 18, or 22, or even 25. It’s critical for kids to be able to explore different paths, different jobs, different educational opportunities and different careers. It’s so rare for someone to have it all figured out by the time they’re 25. Yet, growing up, that’s what I felt was sold to me. Not just by my teachers and friends and family, but my the movies and TV shows I watched. By the media and the system in general. This idea that I would figure it all out by the time I finished college and right afterwards start the job that would one day pay for my own kids to go to college.

So now I’m 25 and half, and I’ve learned it’s nowhere near that simple. And thats a good thing! This period in my life, as with other people my age, is all about exploration. It’s about learning as much as I can each and every day, about the things around me, about the world and about myself. In the next five to ten years I’ll probably get married and have kids. I’ll have less time to try different things, and I’ll have to narrow my focus both in my career and my passions.

Until then, I’m stoked to keep trying different things. To keep working on numero uno, and keep on trying to make sense of this crazy ride we call life.

Cheers,

Jack

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