I always thought life was about living. But its not.It’s about almost getting there. It’s never about contentment with one’s self at that exact moment. It’s about coming up to some particular standard set by other people and thinking to yourself, ‘Now, I think I will be happy!’ But that’s the thing, that moment never comes. Those imposed criteria are like mirages; they disappear right when you think you have it all figured out.

Standards. The minute you are born, an invisible yardstick miraculously appears like one of the ordained angels on our shoulders, following us around everywhere we go. After a painful labor the exhausted mother sighs with relief as the doctor confirms the baby is normal and healthy. Check or Cross – depending on what your expectation is. Of course in this case, a normal healthy baby should be the final check. But it’s not. What comes next…