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25.

That's a number I never thought I'd come across any time soon. Well reverse back 5 years and that sounds a fair statement. But not yesterday. Not today. Not tomorrow. These days, we travel in light years. Everything passes by in a flash. Turn back 25 days from today and I had turned 25. Somehow that number sounds heavy. And it's scary too.

A quarter of a century. It's like exiting and entering another phase of life. The theme is still unclear and no one has told me what it is.

Suddenly everything is thrown upon me (all over again). You'll do this, do that. Don't do this, don't do that. Process remain the same. Only the things handled become more secondary and substantial. It gets more complicated trying to reason and understand. And you get torn between facts. Matters of the head and heart. And for all you know, you could be fighting in the wrong war, against the wrong enemy.

Being embroiled in arguments and confusion is not gonna solve anything. Somethings will never make sense and it's better to just leave them as it is. Appreciate imperfection. Appreciate love. Appreciate it's sound.

The circle only has one side. Life is already hard. Why make it harder?