Who am I? Essentially the next question south of “what’s the purpose of human existence?” we all want to know what we are doing here, and if we are doing it right. I am sure someone,  be it your parents, grandparents or close friend who is now “old,” has told you what is supposed to happen when you’re 18, 23, 25, 30. But who can we trust?

Who do we know, for a fact, has gotten over their “Quarterlife Crisis” and reached “Adulthood?” I use quotations because I have no idea yet. I’ve heard my own mother claim, “When I grow up…” I’ve seen “adults” argue with ex-spouses over dishes. I’ve seen people who have presumably left their “Quarterlife Crisis” essentially rationalize like a 13-year-old.

That is why I am using this magazine to hear from you, from us. Who better to answer the question of “Who are We?” than ourselves.

I am sure we all want to be known as a better generation. One that stands out even as it enters its quarterlife crisis. We want to have our icons and our collective voice; we want to leave a mark that will be talked about forever, not just gone “viral”…but who do we have?

We are not all Paris Hilton and Perez Hilton drones. We may enjoy MTV or BET but we are not all rich kids from “The OC” or “College Hill.” And being a Football star (or “Soccer” for you Americans) is not the most notable success in the world. We like to be entertained, yes, but who said this is all we need?

Sure some doctors, who may have a website, have “analyzed” the behavioral patterns of our Generation Y, but they were born before color television, more so, the Internet. Or we may read a magazine “For Generation Y” produced by children who grew up in a world without a true global community.

They may be respected individuals, but how well would you trust a blind man selling you “the latest in eyewear?” It may feel right to him, but is it right for us?

To put it simply, we need to make our “Crisis,” if that’s what it turns out to be, the most successful one since…well, ever. We won’t let international boundaries keep our ideas from flowing, and inane distractions from letting us find ourselves through expression.

It is my sincerest of hope that QuarterLife will be around long after I’m 30 and “too old” to continue sharing, but until that time…

This is our Quarterlife.