Decoding the path leading towards unknown.

Early twenties…. weirdest age of all. Where kids consider you eligible to enter the uncle aunty zone, while the elders envy you as you’ve your whole life in front. Whereas, you on the other hand have phases switching between time where indulging in high calorie food seems like a decent way to cope up with life and times where the boiling adrenaline kicks in and you feel as energetic as a kid in a candy store. Currently you might be wondering, “Bro! How does she know me so well?” Well… because I belong to the same species. Actually my cycle is more predictable. SO, I’ve coined a term for it “SND”. Don’t make that face! I know… it sounds like some STD but, it’s Sunday Night Depression. As self-explanatory the name is. It strikes on every Sunday night. Some experts say it is the guilt after successfully wasting two long could be productive days. I kind of disagree with them as I don’t consider being in pajamas, eating unhealthiest of the foods, watching random YouTube videos in between break from the naps as non-productive. Those are my achievements after somehow surviving the week and gearing up tools for the next week. Coming back to my disease, whatever the reason may be symptoms include constant occurrence of thoughts like “WTF am I doing with my life?”; “I feel so stuck!”; “I hate my job, can’t I just quit and still get the salary?”;hat else can I do? I am good at nothing.” Then to distract my brain from these thoughts I think about pleasure inducing food, which leads to unnecessary cravings and much regretted weight gain further inducing the feeling of sadness.

Now I know what my Science teacher meant in school when she was explaining “Mirage”. Well… It’s none other than a synonym for adulthood. When you look at it from far, as a kid, it gives you the feeling of being sorted. But, when you approach it you realize it was all a façade.

“Hello? Up there? Anyone listening…? I didn’t sign up for this. Can’t I just go back to being a kid?” Well…. I guess not. But, it’s comforting to know that I am not the only one going through this.

My fellow suffers of early twenties, I want to let you know you’re not alone. Together we’ll either figure this out or will come to conclusion that being sorted is nothing but mere fiction.

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