That day standing alone on the bridge on the cold night of December 31, i realized that in the hustle of day one more year passed, and I haven’t done anything exciting this year.
‘I have only completed targets at my office’, not that I loved the job, but I have to complete it
‘I have eaten for only for my survival’, not for the taste.
‘I have traveled around the country’, not for adventure but for work.
‘I have got clothes’ not that I loved shopping but because they are bare necessities.
Basically, I have almost lived this year, not lived it completely.