I NEED HELP

So, I’m back to blogging. Again. Because clearly, I don’t have enough existential crises already.

Lately, I’ve been wondering if my confusion about life is directly proportional to my age. Everyone around me is getting married, buying houses, and making long-term investments, while I’m just here debating whether ordering biryani for the third time this week counts as a financial plan. The struggle is real. I have also uninstalled food delivery apps—does that count as a victory? Anyways!

Hi, it’s me—still the same person from a few years ago, just with fewer shopping bags and more knowledge about vegetable prices. Yes, that’s my character development arc. Gone are the days when I’d splurge on unnecessary clothes. Now, I stand in the sabzi mandi, figuring out which vendor sells the cheapest vegetables—because that’s the kind of attention to detail you develop after moving to Andheri.

I think this is what they call adulting. And if it is, how can I unsubscribe?

Honestly, people my age are chasing their dreams, some are chasing love, and here I am—chasing my bed, my blanket, and my next meal. People wake up to work; I wake up to eat. And once I eat, I’m so exhausted that I need a nap. Every time I plan to start something productive, I think, Let me eat first, and the only thing that starts after that is my fan, While I disappear under my blanket—just like my career growth. I bet you can't see both.

Not that I’m not chasing my dreams—I totally am. The only difference? I do it with my eyes closed.

I have made peace with it because, in my opinion, progress is subjective. While you’re out there celebrating your promotion, new car, or love life, I’m just happy if I manage to fold my laundry the same day it gets washed. I repeat, progress is subjective

Now that this thought makes me feel good about myself, I am sharing this information so that whoever is reading this blog should remind me to work. After all, you also need some purpose in life, right? So, just drop a comment saying, "Get back to work!"

Maybe………..just maybe, guilt will finally do what motivation couldn’t.