Much of what I’ve written so far has been about looking back—some memories sweet, others painful. But how do we judge a life’s success or failure? Should we measure it in parts—where we began and where we ended? Life is like the waves of the sea: one day, you think, “Yes, I made it. I’m happy—that’s what matters.” On other days, triggered by health issues or moments of loneliness, you wonder, “Could I have achieved more?” 

This train of thought was sparked by an otherwise pleasant conversation with a friend. During our chat, he casually remarked that I could have advanced further in my career had I pursued a degree. 

It’s a fair point. I never completed my education traditionally, moving from grade to grade or school to college. I did attempt a correspondence course with Punjabi University, which had a good reputation back then. I remember a professor writing on one of my answer sheets: “Very good answers, provided you didn’t refer to books.” And the truth is, I had glanced at the book once or twice, but most of the answers came from memory and understanding. 

Looking back, I realize I could have done much more become a Chartered Accountant, a Cost Accountant, or even a Company Secretary. So why didn’t I? 

Sometimes, when you achieve a goal, you lose the thirst to pursue more. I had set my sights on passing the banking exams, and once I did that and secured a promotion, I relaxed. I didn’t feel the need to pursue further studies. In hindsight, I regret not pushing myself more. 

Life’s progress depends on setting ever-evolving goals. When one goal is within reach, move it a little further down the road. That way, you keep progressing. But not everyone measures life through achievements—happiness is a personal metric, and no one way of thinking is wrong. 

Deprived of a traditional childhood and education, I found fulfillment in securing a decent job with a good salary. When I got promoted, I felt my goals were complete. But now, as I reflect, I wonder: What’s next? 

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