last night i was trying to sleep. i was probably trying too hard because my thoughts were getting really disturbing. in the middle of desperately trying not to lose count of sheep i became suddenly aware of the present. The present date that is, the end of february. march is starting next week. April comes next.

And ill be older once more.

Its not that im worried of wrinkles. I hate birthdays now for some weird reason. And it goes by the name of Regret. I cant help feeling a little pensive about the way i have lived my life so far. I cant help thinking that i shouldve started really LIVING my life 10 years ago. Come to think of it,  Im a decade late!

Its when you're older and wiser that you get to realize how much time and opportunity youve wasted trying to find fulfillment and that 'something' you cant quite define yet but you know that you want it? its called discontent. And that you realize that all the  times you spent trying to find a life is a complete waste. Because life is never searched. Its the search itself.

...to be continued.