Stepping Into A New World.
In the cocoon of my childhood, I was the first born, the tender bud of the family, nurtured with meticulous care by my father’s watchful eyes. His instructions were my guiding stars, and the world beyond our home remained mysterious. Chilling at home and not hustling is more like a fantasy, however, for me they were restrictions as I wanted to study the world on my own. I felt like a bird trapped in a cage that’s flapping its wings but is unable to fly.
But now, the clock ticks relentlessly, and the moment to unfurl my wings approaches. Soon I’ll embark on a journey to a land far away, Australia, where knowledge awaits like a hidden treasure. Yes, I got accepted into a university and it’s a daunting prospect , stepping into this new world, where self-reliance replaces the safety of familiar walls.
As the day of departure looms, a melancholic farewell casts its shadow. Each moment is heavy with the weight of memories, like leaves falling from the tree of my past. I’ll be a lone sailor, navigating uncharted waters. The challenges ahead seem as vast as the boundless sea. All I’ll be carrying is hope, as my lantern through the night.
I’m questioning the dependency on my father. My nights have become sleepless and while I’m in bed, all I see is a huge map drawn on my room’s ceiling, with unclear directions on it. I regret, I ABSOLUTELY REGRET not stepping outside, not hustling and not studying the world on my own.
However, I will try. I WILL TRY to be a novice in this new world, like a fledgling learning to soar, testing my wings against strong winds of change. I’ll try to carve paths on my own, that too on mountains, with a pickaxe made of glass. As I prepare to take my first step, my heart echoes the words of Robert Frost,
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, and that made all the difference.”
So, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I embrace the unknown, ready to write the next chapter of my life on the canvas of Australia, where each day spent will be a brushstroke, creating a masterpiece of my own.
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