As soon as April ends with the A to Z Challenge, I begin my most valued project of the year: Project May. Project May is all about living every day to the fullest and making sense of each and every day. Every year, it brings me a new perspective. I take time to document things. I take time to reflect. I take time to get lost a little and explore around for more.
This year, like every year, I have built a profound sense of the things around me. The whole objective is to become more fearless and make meaningful moves ahead. This May was about that. A lot of things now make a whole new sense. Every day has been a day of satisfaction. It has been a month of meaningful satisfaction. I am hopeful that until my next Project May, I will become a whole new, different, and better person.
For the first time in years, I had regrets this May. I have never really carried regrets in life so far, but this time I felt it. I kept thinking about how I should have changed my job years ago. My current workplace has the most meaningful team I have ever met. For years, people told me I was a workaholic, but here I am often the last person still working, surrounded by people who genuinely care about what they do. People here make sense of things. They value what matters. The work feels meaningful. Every day feels like a day of satisfaction. Maybe that is why the regret became deeper this May. I spent too many years in places that made me feel small, invested in petty and meaningless things, working on tasks that never made sense to me. I know everything becomes a lesson in the end, and the responsibility is ultimately mine. We choose where we stay. We choose what we continue to tolerate. Still, better late than never. I am glad I found a place that reminds me that meaningful work and meaningful people still exist.
And yet, I remain grateful. I thank many people around me, and I thank God, because somewhere deep inside, I still believe I have lived life in my own way: the way I wanted, the way I imagined myself becoming, and toward a future that makes sense to me. Maybe this May was not about regret alone. Maybe it was about a little more [i am yet to find a right word to place here]. About finally seeing things without illusion. This June, I want to write more. More deep things. More meaningful things. More honest things.
Cheers to life and people who add meaning to it.








