Its been a month since I took a different route. Never have I imagined myself taking a turn but fuck it, it’s the road least traveled. That moment, I just wanted something to happen, something to change because I didn’t like where I was. I wasn’t happy, I wasn’t satisfied. I felt like a balloon that was about to escape from a little girl’s hand. It wasn’t easy to accept that I wont be able to practice what I studied for years for a while. I let go of what’s ideal so early, I shattered the tradition before it could build its foundation. It seems silly that my decision was based on breaking what is expected of me. I did it because someone thought I probably wont, I did it because my heritage dictates that I should not stray.
I’m still testing the waters, dipping one foot at a time, doubtful and scared. I’ll get deep enough through hard times. I’ll be drenched in my own tears, salty and painful and continuous.
All I know is that if I didn’t take that risk, if I didn’t take that turn I will be on that same spot as everyone else.
This spot is new and rare and it's mine.
