Tribute n˚25

Wir sitzen alle in einem Boot.

Comes a point in our lives that we question everything around us. Maybe even everyone, including ourselves.

Some call it Saturn Return, some call it mid-life crisis. For my generation, the mid life crisis happens at around 25.

We did everything right. We followed the path everyone around us recommended. And yet, we feel there is something that is just... not right.

The order of things has been suspended. The unknown has knocked on our door and this is always very unsettling. Change is the only constant.

Humans are liminal. In anthropology, liminality can be defined as a " the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of rites, when participants no longer hold their preritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when the rite is complete."

During this time, we stand at the threshold, between the old us that no longer suit us, and the new one, that is yet to be discovered. 

We have to learn again how to drive our existence again, hoping it will finally be guided towards a "new flourishing us". 

We are never alone or isolated in this process. We all doubt ourselves. Self-doubt, if it does not become a daily routine, can actually a good and reliable friend. The one that makes sure we do not take things for granted, realise how privileged we are and never allow us to sit on our laurels. It makes sure we do not miss opportunities comfort always does.

If this phase is always very uncomfortable, the future and its promise of transformation should keep us hopeful. There is no right answer or right tips here. Looking inward to see forward is the only motto.