Someone who cried if the teacher shouted at her and always believed in the chapters of moral science.
If anything mattered to me , it was my Mom. My mom would pat my back if I won a medal in athletics or got a good in my test. Today when I look back I think how I have been trying to fit into the matrix of being the best daughter, best friend and never actually explored what if I was not anyone of this.
With mom gone I often struggle what my actual identity is.
Few days back a graduation friend of mine said " Monica , you are among the most successful people of our batch".
I was taken aback (not in a happy way). Cause I am not happy and doing my job (got it of course after lots of hard work).
A question has been haunting me since then.
"Is being successful in professional life actually criteria to having a fulfilling life"
If I am not wrong most of people call these feelings of mine "midlife crisis".
But I feel nothing makes sense as of late after I lost my mother.
I am still looking for answers.
To be honest, I don't like this state where nothing in my life is planned.
Being a high order organizer, Its very frustrating. ( Lots of you will vibe with this thought).
Not hopeful, but I know I will figure out something.
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