I wonder where my choices would take me.
It was the first thought that came to my mind when I did not make a choice for myself, albeit because I lacked the strength to choose. To make a choice. The strength to make a choice is a luxury that all don’t seem to have. Because choices feel like a cliff. What if we allow a different perspective, that every choice is a bend, the way a river does to reach were it is destined to be. Some choices may feel odd too, like a little wild sprout coming up at an unlikely place.
In my childhood, some nights we would have load shedding across entire town. In those moments I witnessed as many stars as one would pay to gaze at. In those moments I dreamt to be an astronaut. But back then space science was not making money. And Nambi sir was infamous. Then Kargil war happened in 1999 and Border did influence me a lot. My parents fear had come true.
I dreamt to join the armed forces. Like the prayer stones, I left no stone unturned. However, I couldn't make it through. The choice to pursue a dream and fail taught me about myself. To get back up.
Time felt like running out. I had to make a choice that would allow me to see places, help people, solve problems, overcome my fears, have adventure and wear a uniform with boots and headgear. All of the above and much more and want to earn it all.
I chose to be a civil engineer. And then a Contracts Manager. And I love it to the throttle. I realised I could make a choice because I was at a position of strength. This strength was not tangible yet hard not to believe. Eventually I realised the will to make a choice comes from a strong belief. And to believe it takes trust, which comes from honesty.
Reaching out for tomorrow, I have made many more choices. And my journey continues to unfold and I am optimistic. I believe I continue to choose because I feel strong with my every breath and in my conscience. I see these choices resemble a river that gets touched by the rocks that become part of the shore. Stream of the river never meets a rock twice, yet they are always together. Sound of the moving river is as honest as one can be. Our choices define us. And there's a new choice waiting for us tomorrow.
Take a deep breathe. Let's believe. May the goodness of your choices keep compounding.
And in the end, everything will be all right.
Happy hunting !
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