There are mountains and vales in life. There are youths and old people. Old people hang on to ancient wisdom. Youth dwell on latest technology. Middle aged people have nothing to claim other than daily trip to work. We can only live between sad stories and reality, in between enjoyment and memories, in that moment when life is diluted by mundane things that sometimes is devoid of any sense. We can plateau in between mountain and vales, between old age and youth but the chances are that no one will ever remember you in your struggle during mid age through life. This is what we call a mid-life abyss.
...During my university days, one of my professors told me the story of an eagle. It is said that the eagle lives for over 70 years. But during its 40 th year, it has to make some hard decisions. Its long and flexible talons can no longer grab its prey. Its long and sharp beak becomes bent. Its old, aged and heavy wings, due to their thick feathers, stick to its chest and make it difficult to fly. Then, the eagle is left with only two options: either to die or go through a painful process of change which lasts for over six months. The process requires that the eagle fly to a mountaintop and sit on its nest. There the eagle knocks its beak against a rock until it plucks it out. Then the eagle will wait for a new beak to grow back. Then it will pluck out its talons The talons are what an eagle uses to catch food. To pluck them out would not only be extremely difficult and painful, but would also take away their ability to provide food for themselves. When it's new