I used to think mid-life crisis was a construct invented by old people as a cover for their intolerably miserable attitude and behaviour.

Having now reached 47 years of age, I’ve now realised that Mid-Life Crisis is NOT a construct. Rather, it is a natural phenomenon inflicted on those squeezed between the pressures of raising young children who are dependent on them, and the stress of caring for ageing parents who are becoming equally dependent.

Mid-Life Crisis is not an excuse we use to justify our intolerably miserable attitude and behaviour. Rather, it is just an apt description of the Happiness U-Curve in action, at the bottom of which we are floundering.

The roads not taken. The opportunities missed. The passions foregone. The dreams never pursued.

All these melancholic feelings come and haunt us during this period called the Mid-Life Crisis. Unlike a typical crisis that detonates with a bang, a Mid-Life one sneaks up on you and gradually grips you. Invariably, you turn to alcohol, drugs, marathons or any other escapist activities to cope … unfortunately, all to no avail.

Then, one day, the sufferer decides to start a blog. A blog just to have a judgement-free outlet to chart his feelings and express his thoughts.

And these are his feelings and thoughts.

ROAM-O