The only thing that is constant

Just over a week shy from turning 34, I felt it's time to reflect on my life so far. Graphically speaking, my life comprises a series of constant changes, on different Richter scales. They say, "the only thing that is constant is change itself," and this really epitomises my life especially since the turn of the new millenium.

But I am not complaining. I've never like to settle down or like to stick to a routine life anyways - I am a "squiggle". If change doesn't come to me, I'll seek it, with a thirst - because I need it every now and then. Maybe it's the "phoenix rising" in my birth star that influences me.

Being a romantic and an idealist, I like new beginnings as much as I like happy endings. But I believe, the experiences sandwiched in between the loaf are what count most. They shape who and what we were yesterday, have become today and are to become tomorow. It is the journey that makes life interesting, not the destination. We all know where we are going at the end of the day - going six feet under is inevitable for the mortals. But we are here now - so we make the most of our days.