Birthday got me thinking.
Sometime, at some point, or may be intermittently, or probably more frequently than that, I would be faced with the question posed - in all probability by my demeaning alter-self (Honestly, no reason as to why someone else should be bothered enough. Its a selfish world.) I'd rather be prepared to miss being hit by the enormity of the question - no, that of the answer, rather.
"Any regrets so far?"
"Yes.
I never figured out what I love doing."
There.
I said it.
(To say no will have to imply that cliched line of claiming to have lived life on one's own terms, which I dont intend doing anyways.)
So, it must be the truth, I guess, since it felt sour, and more importantly, with that explanation as the basis, everything else falls into place, perfectly. As much as I hate it for baring my haplessness so cruelly, I must admit - everything fits perfectly in with that.
So, my advice to the three year old kid who's reading this blog:
Listen, this is Wisdom acquired over 24 years.
Let your quest begin.
When you have figured out something you love doing, hold on to it - by all means.
Its going to be your reason to continue.
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