But seriously, where is the line between being realistic versus being optimistic? Where is the line between going for your dreams versus being crazy stupid? Where is the line between being content and happy with your life versus settling and being tired of life?
In the end, the problem of being this early twenties person is that we are never satisfied with our lives. I don't question my gratitude, I am very thankful for it because I know what it is like to have no job and no money. But I'm dissatisfied that I am not living the life that I imagined.