Last Sunday I turned 30. I have this running joke I tell my friends on their birthdays, that goes something like:
Guess what, today I got a day older and you got a year older [mocking laughs]
Well, I got a decade older this time :P
The 20 year old me would have been pretty happy (maybe even proud) of who I am right now. In full honesty, thats not to say that he might have been a little disappointed and confused too.
Most of my twenties I told ppl that I cant plan a week ahead, forget thinking who I might be in 5 years… Now I don’t even want to try looking a year ahead. It seems like a pointless exercise, life has always thrown me crazy twists and I have taken them to beautiful destinations, and now is not the time to stop.
Like Robert Frost so eloquently put it… “I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
If I met my 20 year old self, I would tell him a million things… thats a story for another post, actually the next one :)
For now, I don’t want to waste a moment wondering in all the what ifs….
Rather its time to look back at all those moments of failure and dejection, to remember how I felt that it would never get better but it did… It got a whole different level of better.
To smell the beautiful flowers that grew from the ashes of juvenile failed dreams.
To bask in the warmth of hugs that I did get…
To revel in the happiness that did fall my way…
I could have done worser, a whole lot worser :)