Photography by Giancarlo Bisone (Franklin Lakes, New Jersey); Havana, Cuba
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
try being 50 and realising you’re stuffed over career progression, it’s too late to change career and the system has sucked the life out of you(via ianwarrington)
Uh, I turn 33 in less than a month and my life is one perpetual existential crisis. I humbly submit that it is the nature of human existence that we are all engaged in the Sisyphian task of trying to get our shit together.
For me, the crisis du jour is balancing my desire to escape this career purgatory for a meaningful, self actualizing career vs. needing stability to provide for a soon to be arriving baby.
Life is hard. Sometimes it gives you shit. The trick is tp give life shit right back. DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT!
^ This may result in liver damage and embarrassing photos on the Internet.