It all started when I started dreaming, and the day I
started dreaming about my bright future came much long after a dark night which
I believed was destined to never leave my back, till the time I am alive. I had
once given up all hopes to have a bright future, but I got the much needed
motivation, only because of what I write. I write not only to pursue my
passion, it is more of my need. The day
I do not write, I am always filled with so heavy guilt and heaviness.
How I started my new life?
This question goes back to July 2014. It was a time, when I
had completed my graduation. I used to write for a hobby and had recently
started to write professionally as a content writer as a freelancer, but the
major break came through a new hope, I got when I got an opportunity to
participate in a short story contest. That contest promised what I had in my
mind. I wanted to get published as a writer, the hopes of which I had
accumulated recently. I felt like my life had only one hope left. Because I had
nothing to lose then. I lost my parents due to medical illness, the remorse of
which I am still till date not able to overcome, and from that time I had
started making my dreams die one by one, and made my life an eternal dark cave,
but somehow life approached me once again when I got hold of this contest, I
knew what I wanted to do, because my friend group appreciated my writings, and
till that point, the creative writer in me was much of a personal affair. I
wished to give a jump start to my career and my experiment, and I felt that if
I got published, my dream would start once again. And I participated in it, and
as the results came, I got the best news of my life in ages, I got chosen to be
featured in the anthology, and thus began a journey, which made me start my new
life. I was thus made to dream once again of a bright future. And I had made a
firm resolve, now to break all the obstacles, which had been hindering my
movement to a new life. Earlier, I was always afraid to take a bold step, to
step out in the world, all alone to listen to my heart and to pursue what I
wished, but this small success made me confident, and I left behind all what I
had, all my belongings, all relations, all what I had known to be mine. All I
believed that time was that only I am my own, and nothing else matters. And
thus I packed my bag one day, and without informing anyone, I moved myself, all
the way to Delhi. I had long dreamed of starting a new life from scratch,
forgetting all that which have caused me pain. I do not want to disclose what
all hurt me in my previous life, but my move to Delhi, to pursue my passion in
Delhi, was something which I can say to be a second birth, a second life, which
had been a gift from my side, to my own personality. Today, I have a job, and
feel myself completely happy and satisfied for the decision I took and am happy
that I started a new life, and taking a bold step to change what I did not
like.
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