I like your point of view, Arty. I really do. But for me 25 was the age of great worries. I was happy, excited, but also so terribly anxious, I suspected I was developing an actual mental illness, or something. It was the age I was close to graduating university, realising I had to either give up or delay my Master studies on a long term. As an immigrant, not many career oppprrunities were served for me, and then there is the problem with the visa, and the possibility of, once again, going long distance with my then boyfriend (now husband) whom I've been living with all these years. Eventually we found solutions, we found ways, and now we are on the road to stabilisation in our finances and life in general, leading a busy, but more or less satisfying life. But when I think just a couple of years back... It makes me wish to time travel, so I could meet my younger self and tell her that the outcome will be pretty good.

A few years back already! And I don't recall crisis...it's the age of opportunity when you start to work (of course it's not easy to find your first jobs), do interesting stuff, travel, meet new people, for some people it's the age you find the love of your live,...Don't see any crisis in that.