I've been going through a mid-life crisis since the past three years. Mid-life, because I neither expect to live beyond five decades, nor expect my poor fellow beings to bear with me for that long. For some reason, I've been suffering bit by bit every day for the past three years. I used to feel like I'm eroding physically and mentally, and that I'm running out of time, unable to do things I believed I could and wanted to, since I was a child. Possibly, those feelings have sunk in so deep and for so long, that they're turning into a reality.