I think that maybe, just maybe, this is a quarter life crisis.

Two nights ago, mostly out of curiosity and somewhat out of a desire to prove my skepticism either right or wrong, I went and had a reading with a psychic. I tried to remain as neutral as possible and not give anything away with body language or responses, and I watched out for very general sentences or 'cold reading'. He really didn't indulge in any of that and was 98% spookily accurate.

I won't go into every little thing he told me, though I probably should as a record so I can check back on it one day. He mentioned something in passing that has stirred my mind. I keep turning it over and over and trying to make it sit comfortably. He said that my age is a difficult one, because it is the last time in one's life that the soul changes. After 25, 26, you are who you are and your soul will not change again. You'll learn things and probably adapt a little, but your core will remain. To begin with, I have enough trouble with the concept of a soul. But I feel as though some last chance at improvement is slipping away from me. And it's making me look, maybe a little too hard, at the things about myself that I do not want to keep forever.

I would like something meaningful and resonant to happen to me. I would like to feel like all this is for something.