The Last Year in 20’s

Back in the good old days, birthdays used to be fun. There was an air of excitement in the night before, followed by one special day that was just meant for me in the whole year. But as a part of growing older, all that is lost somewhere in time. This year as well, 21st August was just another usual day. Going to work in the morning, staying there till it was dinner time, having a subway sandwich late in the evening and driving back home.

Looking back in time, its been 29 long years in life which just seem to have passed in a moment. And the last year in 20’s is just starting. There was a lot to learn and experience in the last decade. A lot has changed. I don’t know about the future. It remains uncertain as always. For some reason, I never visualized myself as an old man. I don’t know why. Maybe it will never come to that. But then who knows. Life often fails one’s expectations, good or bad.

In early 20’s "no one understands me" seemed to be a big deal. Now the reality is well understood that knowledge of people about you is usually inversely proportional to how peaceful your life is. I would love to be a stranger forever because that’s where I feel like myself - always a quiet listener and never expressive in a conversation. But whatever happens, I know my experiences and thoughts will always find some form of expression.

Although the tone of these words may feel depressing, I am in a different state of mind right now. It is more like a synthesis of some reflections in the late night quiet hours. And if there is another year in life, I will write about how it feels to enter 30’s next year. Otherwise, the world will still keep turning. Nothing ever stops for anyone, and it makes one’s existence appear even more pointless in the bigger scheme of things.