No one ever tells you the growing pains never stop, they simply move. Stretch marks of the mind are invisible and easily overlooked, yet no less painful to bear.
No one warns of the trials your twenties hold, that you’ll be filled with discomfort, will marinate in it.
Our twenties are our chrysalis, only we must bear the liquefaction through ordinary life. To be a caterpillar is a luxury most cannot afford.
You must remember, the wings will be worth the sufferance of the wait.