Is it just me or are the early twenties a worrying part of a person's life? It's disheartening to see people of just about twenty-four who look so world-weary and tired, especially when I compare them to how they were a mere three or four years back. Back then, they looked more like happy, cheerful kids; now they're solemn adults, undoubtedly more professional and skilled, but also less energetic and infectiously smiley.
This disturbs me far more than it should. I can't help feeling inexplicably sad (and subsequently pessimistic) about it. How do four years age a person so?
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