I turned 26. Without fanfare or any noticeable indication during the day, one moment I was 25, and the next, a year older. On the daily, I've been questioning my existence and purpose in life. I know that I am the only one who can give validation or meaning to the amalgamation of actions that make up--whatever this is. But one question lies constant: How do I know when I can stop? Will it always be "go, try, push, don't stop until you're dead?" I suppose that's what I'm afraid of, because if you're always moving forward, when can you stop and live? I feel like I have more questions than answers, and this ambiguity, this hood over my eyes, stops me from seeing and capitalizing on what life has to offer. How can I pull it off?