It seems little unbelievable. I am almost the same age, that I feared will make me old. The good part being I am equally irresponsible as I was when I was 22. How does it feel? Suffocating, because I am at the crossroads of life, where I dun know which road my life will take professionally or personally. I dun know where I will be next year this time and doing what. When I was 22, I had perceived the American Dream. Now I am living the epilogue. I dreamed to own a Mac, I have 1. I dreamed to be in the glitter of a big American city, writing this from Los Angeles. Have I done enough. Did I dream big ? Or is fulfilling any dream a beautiful self overwhelming process in itself ?
P.S. I started this blog when I was about to turn 28. I am publishing when I am about to turn 32 :) Speaks for itself.
P.S. I started this blog when I was about to turn 28. I am publishing when I am about to turn 32 :) Speaks for itself.