“How and when did you know this is what you wanted to do for the rest of your life?” He asked
She looked up and thought about it for a while — a way to fit the entire journey in a simple sentence or a few simple words
“There wasn’t one specific moment that defined my choices or gave me assurance that this is the career I want,” she quietly replied
“Yeah, exactly. That happens only in movies” he laughed
“But I can tell you what it makes me feel like every day, do you want to hear about it?”
“Of course, I would love to,” he exclaimed and sat up straight
“It’s going to be a long night, buckle up,” she chuckled and began to speak —
Writing is the one thing that makes me want to live every single moment of my life to the fullest. It makes me greedy and sometimes, even makes me want to die — to have an opportunity to be reborn and relive some moments. It makes me bleed in ways I feel proud of. So intense is the passion for words and I can only see it growing with every passing day. It makes my life worthwhile. When I am writing, I don’t feel like doing anything else and I think that speaks a lot. The thing that is strong enough to defeat your wandering mind should be held close. When I am writing, I don’t find myself thinking or worrying about what’s happened, what’s happening or what’s coming — I’m utterly consumed by the feeling of words rushing through my veins, sprawling across the paper, making their way out of my body and into the world. It’s freaking insane and drives me wild. We all deserve to feel this feeling and this feeling only intensifies a hundred folds when you are making a living out of it. You count yourself lucky and thank god every single day for the kind of life you are living. To me, this life and dreams never involved chasing. I have heard people say chase your dreams and push yourself towards success. Surprisingly, that never happened to me. I got everything I wanted because I was patient enough to wait and get through my own insecurities and chaos. I was strong enough to get out of my comfort zone and brave enough to welcome opportunities with open arms.
“Sometimes, accepting and believing you are worthy of the life of your dream takes more courage than chasing the dream,” she paused and looked at his face.
“Go on, I want to know more,” He whispered, eyes tracing every inch of her face as though he was trying to cage those moments in his memory forever.
Drawing in a deep breath and feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, she continued — “When it is a part of you, you don’t feel the need to chase after it. You do your part, work hard each day, put in efforts to get better at it and just stay still. It’s just all about surrendering to that feeling — you watch your passion hold your hand, draw you close and blindly carry you on a beautiful journey to fulfilling your purpose. There comes a time where you realize that the life you are living right now is actually the life you dreamed of a few years ago and that realization makes you feel so alive. Nothing compares to the feeling that comes when you are held by your passion and consumed with your idea of purpose.”
Losing track of time and growing conscious about the myriad of thoughts she had poured out, her hands make their way to her mouth and shut it close.
“That’s enough, I said too much” She mumbles, eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment, and mischief.
“I can feel the smile hiding beneath your palms, it has reached your eyes,” He says softly.
Looking at her like she’s magic and smiling at how oblivious she is to it, he stood there waiting for more — holding his breath, he chased magic from dusk till dawn