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image source: Pinterest These days, I feel like the weight of my life, past, present, and future, have all been haphazardly stacked, placed, and weighed upon each of my two shoulders. Both of which feel far too weak to carry it all alone. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I feel utterly suffocated by an air of impossible expectations and sky high standards, while in reality existing in my twenties is like existing in a world where uncertainty seems more consistent than anything else. What’s the plan after graduation? I hate this question. Not really because of what it’s asking, as redundant as it can be, but because I feel like it almost doesn't matter anymore. Plan or no plan, the plan isn’t even a plan at this point. It’s more of a piece of hope. I hope that after four years in university and graduation that I’ll fi...