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Nobody tells you when childhood ends. There is no official day when childhood ends. No one sits you down and says, “Congratulations. You are an adult now. From today, you are responsible for figuring things out.” It happens quietly. One day, you are the child being told to go to school, do your homework, eat your food and come home before dark. Then, somehow, you become the person people expect to have answers.
You graduate from university, and everyone celebrates you. There are pictures, congratulatory messages, phone calls from family and friends, and maybe even a little celebration. For a moment, it feels like you have finally arrived. You have completed the journey you started years ago. You have your certificate. You have crossed the finish line.
Except, nobody tells you that graduation is not really a finish line.
It is the beginning of another kind of journey.
The celebration eventually ends, and reality begins to settle in. You start realizing that school had given you something you never knew you would miss so much: structure. There was always a next semester, another examination, another level, another holiday. Even when you were unsure about the bigger picture, you usually knew what you were supposed to do next.
Then school ends.
Suddenly, there is no timetable telling you where to be at 8 a.m. There is no lecturer reminding you about an assignment. There is no examination to prepare for or semester waiting around the corner. You are simply standing at the beginning of adulthood with a certificate in your hands and a thousand questions in your head.
“So, what next?”
That question sounds harmless until you are the person who does not have an answer.
Should I get a job? Should I go for my master’s? Should I learn a skill? Should I start a business? Should I apply for internships? Should I try freelancing? Am I already falling behind?
And then you look around.
Someone you graduated with has gotten a job. Someone else is studying for a master’s degree. Another person has started a business. Someone is travelling. Someone is getting married. Someone seems to have their entire life planned out, complete with five year goals and a colour-coded vision board.
Meanwhile, you are trying to figure out what you are supposed to be doing on Tuesday afternoon.
It can make you feel like you missed a memo.
I think that is one of the strangest parts of growing up. Everyone seems to be moving, and because you can see their progress, you begin to question your own. Social media makes it even easier. You open your phone and see someone announcing a new job. Someone is celebrating a promotion. Someone has been accepted into a university abroad. Someone is launching a business. Someone is posting pictures from a new city.
You close the app and suddenly wonder, “What exactly am I doing with my life?”
But here is something I am slowly learning: life is not a race simply because everyone is moving.
We may be in the same season, but we are not starting from the same place. We do not have the same opportunities, resources, connections, responsibilities or circumstances. We do not have the same story. So why do we expect our journeys to look the same?
For a long time, I thought growing up meant eventually having everything figured out. I imagined that there would be a point where the confusion would disappear and I would suddenly become completely confident about where my life was going.
I am beginning to realize that maybe adulthood does not work that way.
Maybe growing up is learning to make peace with uncertainty. Maybe it is trying something, discovering that it does not work, trying something else and refusing to believe that every wrong turn means you have failed. Maybe it is applying for jobs and hearing nothing back. Maybe it is learning a new skill while you wait. Maybe it is changing your plans because life did not follow the script you had written for it.
Maybe becoming is not about suddenly having all the answers.
Maybe it is about becoming the kind of person who can keep going even when there are no clear answers.
Nobody really prepares you for that part.
People tell you to work hard. They tell you to get good grades. They tell you to graduate. They tell you that education is important and that your future is waiting for you. But nobody really tells you what happens when the familiar road ends.
Nobody tells you that you might feel lost. Nobody tells you that you might question whether you are doing enough. Nobody tells you that there will be days when it feels like everyone else is moving forward while you are standing still.
And nobody tells you that being uncertain does not automatically mean you are failing.
Sometimes, you are simply growing into a life you have never lived before.
So, if you are somewhere between “I have no idea what I am doing” and “I hope I eventually figure this out,” I want you to know that you are probably not alone.
I am there too.
Still learning. Still trying. Still figuring things out. Still becoming.
Maybe we do not have to know exactly where we are going yet. Maybe we just need to take the next step in front of us. Apply for the job. Learn the skill. Make the call. Send the email. Start again. Rest when necessary. Try something new. Give ourselves permission to not have everything figured out.
Because perhaps growing up was never about having life completely under control.
Perhaps it is about learning how to live while you are still figuring it out.
And maybe that is where becoming begins.
