Saturday, November 5

Waiting to be triggered

Birthdays are such terribly hyped days. Everyone makes you feel like a pseudo king for one day and by the evening, it frays away.
Ofcourse, they mean well but all the hoopla makes me cringe. I feel like running away.
When I turned 25, I wanted to throw up. There was this heavy brick of introspection and realisation that I'd done near to Nothing in quarter of a century. As the day grew, my inertia began to subside.
Tomorrow marks two years since that day and I must say, being on the other side of 25 feels close to nothing. It's much smoother, this transition from 26 to 27. I know there is and always will be lots to do and what matters is what I do each day.

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