Mid-life Crisis or Second Coming of Age?
Not by choice, but by law of nature, I am at the threshold of my life's heavier, greyer, reflective half - the mid-life! ( Note: I am relying purely on statistics and averages here, no tarot reading or palmistry is involved!) So, I am wondering if, behind that grey lock that refuses to mingle with its black neighbors or that obstinate belly fat that no yogasana is able to dislodge, there is also a crisis lurking to engulf my mid-life? Is there a reason behind the madness- those flashes of despair interjected by sparks of giddy hope, boredom replaced by bubbly enthusiasm, self-loathing shooed away by self-adulation? Is my propensity to swing from a deep meditative state to bollywood twist, and from Shantaram to Fifty Shades of Grey in the blink of an eye, a product of my budding mid-life crisis? ( the hormonal changes have taken way too much beating anyway) Conversely, should I also credit my mid-life with a 'growing up' experience, a kind of '