The questions will keep coming, no matter how old you grow, no matter where in the world you are, no matter what you choose to do,
They’ll keep churning out fear in the pit of your stomach, pushing you to doubt your reasons to pursue what your heart tells you to,
You might set tongues wagging for your persisting eccentricity, for the wind beneath your wings,
You might invite opinions grainy with resentment, rustic with envy, opinions that glare at your shortcomings,
You might be laughed upon for the choices you make, you might not be looked up at,
You might be coerced into changing the path you choose to tread,
The dreams you give your all to realise, might even take an eternity to see the light of the day,
But don’t give up just yet, because in the end, it is all going to be okay!