In my twenties I thought I knew what I was doing.
In my thirties I would do anything to make money.
In my forties I only do what I love doing.
My twenties were the absolute worst.
Everything was supposed to be exciting. I was finally free from the cage. No more parents and teachers. I could take off my clothes in front of other people (with their permission). I could get a job.
I could fulfill all my dreams.
But nothing worked. Because people in their twenties generally are not good at anything.