Rot

Somebody told me recently that I should have stability in my life. I could somehow envision my parents in the background giving their assent.

It is strange to have everything and absolutely feel incomplete. I may have all these credentials but they are the things that don't matter. I feel like I have wasted my time to achieve all these, all the while pretending to be happy. 

I remember my childhood dream - to live in an isolated shack in a far off land with my pets and a magic cube. Just put a drop of water in the cube and say what you want and out it comes. Too bad it remains a childhood fantasy.

For now, I can still pretend. And maybe, something good can come out of it.