Post Quarter Life Crisis

There comes a stage in life when you are not sure about yourself. I am not talking about gender issues - but of far far more greater serious stuff. Or is it?

You're almost 30. You are working in a "big" company. You are well compensated. You can buy, eat, go and do whatever you want. You have a kind loving, caring, partner with patience far more deeper than the Marianas Trench. You seem to have everything. But there is still something, some voice, softly shouting at the backburner of your brain saying that something's not right - something is still missing. There is that ghostly emptiness that envelops your life. Is this a contentment issue? You really can't pinpoint what's going on.

And there is this large anchor that holding you back. Responsibilities that you can't just escape. Sometimes you want to disappear and start a new life somewhere - in a place where nobody knows you. But you can't. You are bound by your conscience. Bound by that inescapable ball and chain that limits you every move.  

You don't know what to do. You go with the flow. But until when.