I want everything...

I think I am one person who has fancied becoming everything in life. I cannot think of a single profession that I did not contemplate pursuing. Always fickle minded, my goal in life used to change every month...I’ve been everything….from the doctor to the astronaut to the news reader to the encounter specialist police office (hehe)…I’ve imagined it all!!!

And here I am now, running in the 23rd year of my life and still on the same page. The only difference is that my goals don’t change every month…they change every year, if you consider that as improvement!

Is it really bad to be 22 years old and not know what to do in life and yet choose a goal and work towards it and then oscillate between being skeptical and sure about the decision????


A sinking feeling is setting in…things are not the same as they were. But then they had to change…and it’s not that I wasn’t aware of it. With people leaving, the group becoming smaller by day, things not as rosy at work, I gaining a lot of weight, mom nagging me about it every 5 minutes…the coming days don’t seem nice enough to enjoy.

Parting from friends was never this difficult…I left my childhood friends when I came to Delhi from Alwar too. Probably then I didn’t realize what I was leaving behind. Now, when I’m being left behind by people leaving for their respective careers and life…I feel abandoned.

I know that response is an exaggerated one….maybe it will pacify itself with time.