I'm still in my early thirties and while I already occasionally look at the early-twenties crowd with a sense of longing, I quickly snap out of that when I remember how much of a drama-filled rollercoaster it was, and how much of that drama seems so trivial now.

From my (perhaps still rather young) perspective, both the best and worst thing about getting older is that I don't care as much about things.

The good part is that I stopped caring so much about having lots of friends, doing crazy things, partying/drugs, a fight with my partner, having a partner, pleasing/angering my parents, etc. But the bad part is that if I'm not careful, I end up not caring about anything. I forget to make sure I pick enough 'things' to care about, and before I know it I spent months just 'existing'.

But even just 'existing' sometimes feels preferable to me to the extreme ups and downs of (my) youth.

I'm curious, excited and a bit anxious about finding out how things will progress as I get older though...