I’ve been mulling about the places that i wish to go all around the world since forever. And now, in the 6 and a 1/2 short years left of my 20s, i believe that options will have to be narrowed, and sacrifices to be made. But which? To say my life is at its crossroads now would be Hollywooding things a little, but UK, Japan, Australia all littered with pros and cons as well as trying to carve a career in the place i call home; just how much to aim for? Before this becomes a “Dear Thelma,” post I guess more importantly, i’ve got to wake up and smell the coffee of reality, a sleepless passing of time, and walk in the consciousness of growing up. I don’t want to just get older.
And then, in the midst of thinking, i realised i’ve not asked myself. Where does God wants me to be? I closed my eyes and started asking. I turned off my music, and tried earnestly to hear something. But feedback from all those thinking, the pros and cons of everything i was ever considering like voices from the graves came out firing like AK47s in the hands of some insignificant terrorist making all the headlines in my head.
“Globetrotting?”
“You’re not ready.”




