My friend Ravi came home for lunch last weekend. He looked dejected.
“It’s a bull market, Ravi!” I said trying to cheer him up, but he was in no mood to give away his dejection.
“I’m nearing forty, Vishal, and that makes me depressed.”
“Why Ravi? You should be happy that you’ve already left your dumb forty years behind!” I said jokingly.
“Be serious, Vishal! I mean, forty years have passed and it seems I have not achieved much in life. My salary is good but not great, I am travelling long hours every day for my job, my investment portfolio size is still a far cry from what I want to retire with, my stocks are doing well but not as well like what my other friends’ stocks are doing, and my dream of writing a bestseller novel is still a dream.”
“Wow! And you are nearing forty!” I said with a smile.
“You don’t have to remind me that!” Ravi replied with a smirk.
“Ravi, how much would you rate your life so far on a scale of one to ten?”