Being twenty-something in 2013 is both a blessing and a curse. 

We have more freedom than generations before us could ever dream of. Our choices—of what we want to do, who we want to spend our time with, where we want to travel—are endless. If we work hard enough, we can do anything. That's what we're told, at least.

But at what point does it begin to be too much for us to handle? Does there ever come a breaking point?

All of the opportunities are exciting at first. We feel as if the sky is the limit, and the last thing we want to do is settle for ordinary. More goals, better goals. Striving to be a well-rounded person—cultured, accomplished, well-read, intelligent, multi-skilled, physically fit, and of course, well-balanced—for the sake of feeling worthy. Worthy of success, happiness, admiration, and self-respect.

The bounty of options that we carry around with us on a daily basis quickly becomes a heavy load to bear, and before long, we're stumbling beneath the weight of it all. Too many choices add to the clutter of our lives and breed indecisiveness; it becomes noise in the background, a distraction from something bigger.

What do I want my sole mission to be?

 It's a sort of catch-22, this sense of freedom we have. Limits upset us, but limitlessness bogs us down. The best thing about this life is the very thing that can leave us feeling trapped.

At the beginning of the year, I made a pretty hefty list of resolutions for 2013, and it's growing every day. I keep several to-do lists, and I'm always looking for more projects to throw myself into... Which is probably why I never finish half of the things I start. My mind is constantly reeling, always in a state of restlessness. Interesting, challenging, fleeting, exhausting.

Sometimes, above all else, I crave simplicity. The choice to remove myself from all of the clutter. But I'm not even sure I'd know where to begin.

Being twenty-something in 2013 is both a blessing and a curse.