Crossroads
Confident, satisfied and dead sure the way I wanted things to be, but never knew there was a border line between aspirations and destiny. After all the prayers, research and everything, it made no difference to what I really wanted to do. Biggest decision at the crucial age of 25, where to go now, what to do, I’m I in the right place and questions like these popped up my mind. The stagnant, monotonous and mechanical way of working wasn’t meant for me. I had other reasons of my own of sticking on. I wish I could turn back time. Nevertheless, it has just been first love, and a hard way to quit something, and then do what. Something that you always enjoyed, loved to do and figure out all of a sudden, it wasn’t meant for you. That’s the call. Standing at four roads, wasn’t the crossroads. The cross was the glorified failure I had to overcome just to hone that skill. The hidden talent, so late I discovered, maybe by others first, was a compelling voice saying what I’m I doing all this whil...