The best years of their lives

2010 was the year she was supposed to turn 25. Being twentysomething was supposed to be the epitome of a person's youth; the best years of their lives. The years with the most potential and where the future was the brightest, especially with the recent accomplishment of a proper degree from a proper university. She was living in a city which lived in movies and where movies were made. The vast pacific ocean just a 10 minutes drive away west and east was a town where boys could hold hands with boys on the streets without whispers or stares and a girl could fall in love with another girl. An actual possibility of a desired future unfolded itself upon her, letting her know that this was a city where an anomaly was allowed to dream about normal things normal people take for granted. This was a city where the dead stars on the walk of fame and the dead stars from light years away up above whisper the promise of rewards should the price of hard work, perseverance and good attitude be paid. She took heed but was wary of their whispering for anything that can't be said aloud will always have something to hide. She thought she knew the truth of the illusions painted by her desired industry - especially the one illusion that the years of being twentysomething was when life will fall into place.

She thought she knew the truth was that although life will fall into place, it just will not do so in the expedited timeframe as painted.

Instead the truth, her truth, was that her life would fall into pieces.