Today is my 56th birthday! Or is it 55th! It might be even 57th too. I lost the count. each and every birthday is same, no different from the previous one. More the number, more aches and pains do I feel in my limbs. Each day I carefully read the astrological report of my zodiac sign. Never does it match to the experience of whole day. Or does it match? Who cares? The only thing I am certain is no change of fate will happen in the next day. I move through the tunnel of eternal darkness. There is not hope beyond the end of the tunnel. Now I can perceive the difference of existence and living. I merely exist. Most of us just are doing that. Most of us are not even conscious of it.
