Maybe it is quarter-life crisis (me suddenly realising I am 23 and definitely not feeling like it) or the fact that I try to look a decade into the future and cannot see anything clearly.
I feel like I have not explored life enough, if that makes sense. I have never left my country, seldom have I left my home state and I only know my way around in like ten cities.
The only languages I know are Indo-European. A majority of the literature (here, the term encompasses all written as well as spoken content without discrimination; sorry) I consume comes from one of them. Most of the music I am comfortable listening to naturally belongs to these languages.
Most people I have spent two and a quarter decades interacting with belong to a very specific part of the world.
My world is so small that every time I am around a group of people on a day-to-day basis — first it was school, then college and now my job — I somehow perceive them as my “forever people”.
They say how you spend your day is how you spend your life. I cannot even tell what my day looks like with much certainty. Am I wasting my life?
There are maybe ten thousand hobbies in total in the world, I only have like ten of them.
Truck-kun will appear one day in the near future and take me away. I cannot say. My world is so small.
Open question: How do I escape these local maximas?