24 and a Half

Really? A post about being Twenty Four and a Half?
Age is just a number. And whats in a number really?
"Don't add days to your life, add life to your days", silly girl!


Precisely that's what I am talking about here. Looking at the 'unquantifiable', invaluable and humble realizations this half year has unsolicitedly bestowed upon me, today, at '24 and a 1/2' and a day older, it leaves me fondly amused.

Half year ago, I was going senile.
Half year ago I was pushed into being 24.
I disliked the idea of being at 24,
just because I was going senile.
Half year ago,
I found consolation in the fact that like other years,
this "being 24" too shall quickly, peacefully pass.
But this was not to be.

Because, Half year ago
I 'really' started growing up.
I did not see it coming then.
I realize it now looking back.

I forced open the imaginary gates of
shielding, lofty fantasies
to brace the hard hitting,
unyielding blows of reality.

I freaked out. I cried. I cursed.
I got bruised left, right and center.
Personally, professionally,
physically, mentally,
idealistically, philosophically,
really.

Half year later,
I am stronger, full of vigor
and tolerant.
Perplexed yet hopeful.
Stubborn yet pragmatic.
Delirious yet patient.
Chancing yet steady.
Sanely insane
Complexly plain

So here I am,
Looking forward
to being 25, 26 and many more.
Simply loving being Twenty Four.
Basking in this transition
from being childish to being mature.

Half year ago,
I was neither happy nor satisfied.
Now at 24 and a 1/2, and a day older,
I choose never to be satisfied.
And I couldn't be happier.

This is definitely not a Quarter-life crisis.
Its Quarter-life amazement!