Remember how when we are all younger? We used to dream of being an astronaut or a doctor, or a princess. Well, whatever we dream of being when we’re younger, we re-evaluate a few years down the line. And somewhere in that process, we all change our dreams to what we feel truly drawn to. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that at all because it shows that you know how to make a decision based on something you actually like doing, and I honestly think that the world needs more of that.
Personally, I have wanted to be a lot of things, but it kept coming back to writing for me. Right from the age of 6 or so, I started writing nonsensical yarns in a spare notebook. A year or two later, Mom got me a book filled with story prompts that I could develop and complete and it didn’t take me more than a couple of days to finish developing all the prompts because I had such an overactive imagination.
At 10, I think I wanted to be a singer and that went on till I was, like, 13 or something during which time I wrote a lot of songs. Even though the “songs” were stupid, I think that was my gateway to writing poetry until I was told that it wasn’t ‘cool’, so I stopped writing poems for a very long time and only got back to it recently. At 14, Dad got me a notebook that I started writing a story in, but I could never get myself to complete it for whatever reason.
At 15, I was told that it wasn’t sensible to consider writing as a full-time career and it broke my heart in pieces because I had found something that truly called out to me. And 15 is an impressionable age, so when someone crushes your dreams, they get badly splintered. Somewhere at the age of 17, I decided to ignore what everybody else had to say about my choice of career, I picked up the splinters of my crushed dreams, pieced them back together and I chose to pursue arts (which is quite the ‘shame’ in typical brown culture).
In all these years, I’ve considered being a singer and somewhere in between, an architect. But my heart never really caught on to either of those things and it didn’t make any sense to me because I had myself convinced at one point that architecture was right for me. But I’ve always felt a connection to pen and paper. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else when I thought about what my future would look like 10 or 15 years down the line. I always saw myself on a list of best-selling authors, even when I kept telling myself that it wasn’t even my dream anymore.
I think that was it for me. That was when I latched myself on to what had been tugging on my little heartstrings since the age of 6. It might have taken me some time to come back to what I truly love. But when I think about it, I don’t think my dreams have changed at all. I may have gotten distracted by all the other options in front of me, but the voice in my head led me right back to where I really need to be.
And guess what? I’m living my best life!
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