"I read and I walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me." -- Anna Quindlen
That one hits home for me; I used to wander around the Stanford campus late at night when I was a student there, sometimes feeling like I was in a movie but not knowing whether it was a comedy or a tragedy.
Those are the years when it's easy to imagine yourself as some kind of doomed hero because you don't yet have a job or mortgage to think about and you doubt you'll ever make it to old age (40) anyway.
If you're writing, are you meeting yourself? If not, might there be a different type of writing you could be doing?
If you've put off starting to write or making it a regular part of your life, might this be a good time to do so?
(You'll find friendly guidance for your writing in my book, Your Writing Coach. It's published by Nicholas Brealey Publishing and available from your favorite bookseller.)