At my 25 years of existence, it becomes harder to define what life really is. As we grow older it gets more complicated, tough and difficult. We have no options but to adapt and adjust what the world has to offer. I never dreamed of being allied to medical courses and yet I have finished a couple of degrees related to it and haven’t practiced any of those. I can’t entirely understand where it would lead me. I have lots of friends, classmates, acquaintances that are living in abundance and satisfaction. I’m just wondering why some people have attained success and happiness in such a short period of time. But for me I’m having so much extension. I have my own complains, I’m not contented either to what is happening to me. I know I’m being unfair, ungrateful and selfishly insane. It’s frustrating of becoming like this.
Life is indeed full of complexities we can never get all we have desired and wanted of. There are a lot of questions that leave us with doubtful answers, unexplainable situations and unexpected failures certainly might come in our way, people we love won’t stay permanently, there are things that we have to give up. It’s a rough journey, life is filled with surprises, and hence it is not perceivable.
