A letter from Aamer dated - February 25th, 2016

Dear Aamer, You were 25 years old when you were writing this. Fairly happy and thoroughly confused. You had been chasing around this thing for so long, that you either lost focus or understood that this is not what you want. I'm not talking about a girl that broke your heart or some immature emotion that swayed by or some fantasy here. I'm grave serious. You have set forward to become a chartered accountant. Do I want to be one. Well I'm back and forth on this. Hence the letter to the self, to a time (that I think) when I have sorted out all this-I earnestly hope. You turn 35 today. Am I happy to be doing what I'm doing. Was I right to do what I did. Did I succumb to the fears and the demands of the society, or am I living the dream. Did I finally find my passion. Am I content? Did I travel a lot like I always wanted to. Am I still empathetic and a good human being. I'm still friends with the people whom I'm friends with now. Do I have the people that cared about me my whole life. If not, did I do right by them, did I do right by me. At the age 25, you never wanted to get married ever, let alone have kids! Well, what is the status quo on that. All the while above, the 25 year old was asking questions- Irrelevant to this time frame, immaterial to the then time frame. If I know the answers to these, I have already lived through this. This is a good time to turn back and reflect. You make your own decisions aamer. Cheers, Aamer.