A state where nobody wishes to be. All fuzzy and dizzy. A time where you are required to decide. To decide what you need to do with life. Life gives you a plethora of options. A string of roads lay wide open ahead of you. Ones walking along leave you at crossroads and keep walking on ways of their own. Every road with its own perks and pitfalls. Tempted to follow any one of the horde down any one of those paths, you stay back. The 'society' expects you decide added to the pressure your brain imposes, imperceptible yet relevant.
How do you decide? Confused and a tinge of nervous fear is how you could be described as. Assumptions and baseless predictions on each of the crossroads add to the furore. Lazing away and not daring to take risks and think beyond the realms of predefined pastures of being successful. One of the paths tugs deeply at your heart. Calling you, but most risky of all. Requiring you to abandon all your current pursuits. To shun the security of what is mundane and guaranteed to plunge into the unknown. Time is of essence, Forcing you to decide and decide as soon as possible. You need help. And as they say - "Help shall always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it". All you need to do is ask..