If you’d asked me what I wanted to become when I was a kid, I’d have probably said, a teacher. Or a dancer. Or perhaps, a cobbler. I was most fascinated by them back then. Oh wait, I still am.
Cut to phase 2, if you’d asked me what I wanted to become when I was a teen, I’d have garbled gibberish. Basically, I’d have reproduced exactly what was fed into my head, like a brainless robot.
But ask me now, and I’ll flounder for an answer. Because, lost and clueless, I’m trying to balance my life between what’ll fetch me three square meals a day and what’ll keep my soul happy.
And, somewhere between doing what’s expected of me, and seeking what I want, I’m discovering a space I can call my own, a space, that’s devoid of fear and self-doubt, a space that’ll breathe life into every tiny speck of my insurmountable insanity.