How it started…I do not know!

The hours turn to days,
And I wonder how that happened.
Then I look at the clock,
And it seems to stop.

The work is endless,
The responsibilities even more.
Yet as i move along,
I realize there is no escape.

The daily chores are mundane,
But important nonetheless.
The exceptional work isn't needed,
As no one cares beyond the ordinary.

The profession tends to merge
With daily routine work.
I cook & make a PPT
With similar ease & expertise.

It is when the days turn to months
And another year draws to a close.
That I am forced to look back
And think if another 365 days been worth.

Worth another set of trials?
Worth another set of learnings?
Worth the new experiences?
Worth our very existence?

Answers cannot be found
In searches on the web.
They remain imbedded inside my psyche
And I am the one discovering them.

Each of us lives this one life.
Each makes the most of it.
Everyone has felt the pain
And each of us the elation as well.

Learnings come from what we have felt.
It comes from the endurance of each day.
No one's journey is trivial
And none's to cast away.

Once upon a time I had thought,
That 'life' was something we happen to live.
I had not known it was something we
Consciously have to build - by a day, a moment, an action
and thought.

Regrets aren't so many
As are the learnings, I've had.
It seemed arduous yet well lived, I'd say.
Have given more than I've taken.

The blessings have been abundant.
Hence the abundance of gratitude.
Yet sometimes I tire & muse,
A life beyond where I am now.