I recently turned 24. A year ago I would have never thought I'd be living in San Francisco. It's been almost three months now and it still feels so surreal. It feels good to be independent again. I can be selfish without guilt. I'm learning I owe myself more time and reflection than I owe anyone else. My decisions are my own. I do my best to recognize my faults, accept them, and learn from them. I try, as best I can, to not pass judgement on others and be open to new experiences and people. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life career-wise but for now getting to know myself is most important, and with time and a lot of trial and error, the rest will fall into place. There is beauty in living in the moment and I couldn't accept this until recently.
If you're looking for a good book to read, go for Travels by Michael Crichton. He reflects on his life and is always open to new experiences.