Today, i turn 30 years old.
Three decades of my life have shaped me into what i am today, and i know that these years are not that at all meaningful. I have not achieved anything that i can be proud of, something i can boldly call a worthy deed or tell my future grand-children.
And so on this day, when i ought to be celebrating and have a hell of a time, i am sulking at home and reading an article on the papers. It made me realized once again how i am pushing myself into depression and suffering by constantly trying to cling on to something and desire for others.
Should i continue like this? Is the path in front of me one that brings me true happiness?