Crossroads…

Just a little Wednesday food for thought…

I’ve been thinking a lot about crossroads lately. About how many of them we meet in our lives. About how they shape us, whether we want them to or not.

The definition of crossroads is: “a point at which a crucial decision must be made that will have far-reaching consequences.”

Far-reaching consequences. It sounds intense, doesn’t it? And yet, it’s exactly what it is.

Gone are the days of my parents’ generation, where life followed a neatly wrapped sequence of events.
Meet your life partner. Get married. Buy a house. Have kids. Work a steady job. Retire. Live in peace until you’re old and gray.

Simple. Predictable. A script written in stone. But that script doesn’t exist anymore.

Now? Now we navigate chaos. We deal with career changes, breakups, relocation, the crushing weight of social pressures, mental health struggles, discrimination, abuse, addiction, financial instability, and a planet that seems to be giving up on us just as fast as we’re giving up on it.

My parents bought their first house at a younger age than I am now—for $200,000. A steal, considering that price wouldn’t even qualify as a down payment in Toronto today. They’ve been in the same careers for decades. Meanwhile, I’ve dabbled in more professions than I can count, even though I’ve been a hairstylist for fourteen years now. And most of my peers? The ones who went to university for a career they swore they’d love? They’re only now, in their thirties, finding some sense of stability—if they’re lucky.

People used to have babies in their twenties. Now? It’s mostly thirties and early forties. And don’t get me wrong—thank God I don’t want kids, because that timeline is just another pressure I don’t need.

Everything is harder now. Everything is more complicated.

From the 1950s, where smoking was glorified and no one gave a second thought to its consequences, to the ‘60s, when pop culture exploded and changed the world forever. The ’70s, an era of rebellion, activism, standing for what was right. People fought for justice. They fought together. They stood their ground.

And now?

Now we have keyboard warriors who hide behind screens, spreading hate, making it cool to be cruel. People glorify attitude and cattiness, as if being unkind somehow makes you superior. What happened to us?

We live in an era where we are simultaneously more connected and more alone than ever before.

People are struggling. Struggling to find real love, real friendships, a place to call home that doesn’t rob them of every penny they have. Struggling to feel fulfilled, heard, valued. Struggling with mental health, with physical health, with illnesses that didn’t even exist before.

Everywhere we turn, there’s another crossroad. Another moment where we have to choose a path, not knowing if it will lead us to happiness or disaster.

I’ve stumbled upon so many crossroads in my life. Some of them were my own doing. Some were placed in front of me like a cruel test from the universe. 2016 to 2018? Erased. That part of my life? Gone. Deleted from my memory. (Okay, not really. But I pretend.)

But if I’m being honest? Those years—those mistakes, those heartbreaks, those regrets—they taught me some of the hardest and most valuable lessons I needed to learn. And maybe that’s how I need to start seeing the crossroads of life. Not as obstacles, but as redirections.

Maybe every single heartbreak, every failed friendship, every unexpected career shift, every brutal challenge is just pushing us toward where we’re actually meant to be. Maybe they’re forcing us to grow, to become stronger, to be ready for what’s coming next.

Because maybe the happy ending isn’t really an ending at all. Maybe it’s just the beginning.

Peace, love & follow the yellow brick road. xoxo