I have turned 25 today; It feels like I'm in the middle of a marsh now. Last five years were the toughest. It seems like the next half-decade is the make-or-break period of life. As I'm taking a route longer than most of my old fellows, I require more commitment & consistency because I don't have the margin of error; previous lessons should be enough. However, sometimes I think that there is no meaning of this life; like getting up, going for studies, coming back to office, eating, reading, sleeping & repeating the same everyday has no end. What if all this grinding leads me back to square-one as it did three/four years ago? What if the presumed objectives are not met? What if this is not the game I'm meant to play? When I visualize such things, my existence seems to have no standing in this vast universe. There should be something new, something innovative in our routine. Something on which we can invest our time & energy without the fear of failure. Something for which we can dive into the ocean of oblivion. Something that can give us satisfaction in itself, in it's present form. For long I have tried to find it, haven't succeeded but search is on and the hope for tables to turn is alive. Happy birthday to me. (September 1, 2023) ©PK Happy birthday to me! #reflections