Thirty five is a tetrahedral number. Thirty five is the
highest number one can count on his fingers using base 6. Thirty five is the atomic
number of bromine which is widely used in water
purification. Thirty five is the minimum age of candidates for election to
the United States Presidency.
Given that average life
expectancy in the world is 70 years (according to World Factbook), thirty five years is your
mid life!
Thirty five years is a good
time for self evaluation. Being in thirties is beautiful. You are more mature
and have more understanding of life. Society-imposed goals are no longer a
torture as you have passed that age: exam marks, admissions, job, career,
marriage, children - whether you have ticked all these society-imposed goals or
missed any, you reach a state where you no longer care. Its the time when you
begin to live life for yourself.
In mid thirties, many people
are often struck by what they call as "thrisis". Its like a mini mid
life crisis. This is direct outcome of your self evaluation. Its a time when
you gradually and drastically shift your focus in life. You would see many
people take extreme decisions in their thirties that mark drastic changes in
their careers, relationships and spiritual/religious beliefs.
As I turn thirty five, I
too put on a review coat and evaluated myself. Tried expressing my review
results in the form of a poem! :)
With colourful threads
of love
I began weaving the
fabric of my life
I wanted to weave a
beautiful design
Which would withstand
any knife...
I roped the threads
around all I loved
There were so many, I
couldn't settle for any less!
I thought I was living
a big life
But it soon became an
entangled mess!
I couldn't sort the
entangled mess
I couldn't cut the
thread
I couldn't see any
beautiful design
And the colours all
looked dead
I stepped aside to
check my work
And what I saw broke
my heart!
I was half way through
And there was no way I
could restart!
While I was busy
weaving my life's fabric
I didn't realise how
it had changed it's course
Was this how I had
imagined it would be?
As all I can feel is
remorse...
Is my life really an
entangled mess?
Or do I fail to see
its beauty?
Is there a way to take
it forward
Without feeling
regret, hurt or guilty?
Should I brood or
start afresh?
Should I shrug and
simply jive?
Is this something
that everyone feels
When they turn thirty
five?!!