It's neither happy nor sad. It is indistinct. I call it myself turning 26 or almost old

I need to dig a reason to be happy,but I found countless to be Unhappy.
Glad that I figured them a few on 26 or almost old.
 I mourn over a few for my indolence, though happy for the titillating fragrance ,
or should I call it! hope.
Change is indifferentiable, for there are reasons known and unknown, one of them is being 26 or almost old.
I will to control the known, wish to sane my direction to the unknown.
It is neither math nor any discipline, It's a 26 year old and in progress doctrine.

Well, I'm 26 or much older, but I am indistinct.
Is it being alive or fasting towards the grave.
Though its my final destination,I would love to flutter a few more and be brave.
I thank the seen and the unseen that try to help my reason or my existence,
I do this every blink till I am extinct.
It is  that time again,the  time to reckon the blunders I committed and  the sinners wealth I piled.

Ah, I wish myself a happy (????..) birthday or life.
It's neither happy nor sad. It is indistinct. I call it myself turning 26 or almost old.