Someone get me a time travel machine, please?

In my mind, 25 were supposed to be easy and sorted but I have felt more confused and lost in my 20's than I have ever before.

I imagined them to be more like Wiz Khalifa’s “Young and wild and free” but they are turning out to be more like Khalid’s “Young, dumb and broke”.

I am young, at the best possible place in my career where I could be, earning good to give myself a comfortable life but not being able to explore and travel as much as I want to because of work or other things is driving me crazy.

Have you ever had that feeling where you want to be at so many different places at the same time? When, in that very moment, you want to be in two different continents, two different countries and 4 different cities doing the things you have always wanted to do? Wishing you have a time travel machine which could make all of this easy and possible? But the reality also punching you hard in your face at the same time?

It is like a continuous trail of mood swings happening 24/7 giving you a headache and a mental trauma.

My mental trauma includes continuously dreaming about starting my days roaming around and walking near golden gate bridge in San Francisco eating the tasty garlic peri peri fries at Pier39, spending my afternoons in Delhi and Bombay eating all the Indian food and roaming on streets like a child who has got his/her favorite candy, standing at ‘The Edge’ watching sunsets in New York City and sipping champagne in evenings only to sleep at night to dream and re-live all of it again.

And then I wake up from the dream thinking making stupid decisions and living “young and wild and free” life is a myth because most of the times when we do that, we end up in a situation where we are “young , dumb and broke”.

Can you imagine how hard it is, to keep going through that feeling every day when you don’t know if the life you are living is just enough? If this is what you wanted to do and the place where you are is the place where you wanted to be? Arghhh, that acidic feeling down your stomach that keeps you up at nights making you doubt all your life choices.

Happens to the best of us, I guess. Or maybe, happens to all of us, at some point or other.

The point being life is like a ship standing on a harbor, waiting for you to figure what direction you want to take it towards.

Thanks for reading!