Standing up for my dream!
It had always been my childhood dream. I looked at my Aunt with awe as she was a picture of the dream I had. I thought about it with joy and I couldn’t wait until it came into fruition. My dream was to be a lawyer and I worked towards it with vigour and excitement and after all the resources my parents had to part with, I felt it would be justified after I donned the wig and gown.
How wrong was I as I grew older. Law became unfulfilling to me and my pains led me to pen and paper and I started expressing myself in words, beautifully crafted words that made me feel so much better after every bitter episode. Law studies started looking dreary and I needed all the strength I could pool to go on.
It’s amazing when what you always wanted suddenly feels like a shadow. I graduated and went on to the Law school (the love and fear of my parents wouldn’t allow me not to finish). My graduation was a good day but it really could have been happier as to some it was a dream come true but to me it was a transition to the pursuit of my real dream.
Toady, I work at a magazine, bringing to paper and to life all the words dancing around in my head, yearning for expression. I may not be fully where I want to be but I’m ecstatic that I’m on my journey to where my heart longs for.
It wasn’t an easy task making the move and on some days I still ask myself if I had made the right choice but whenever I put pen to paper and let the words flow, nothing compares to the joy I feel and only then do I know I’m doing the right thing. A lot of people can’t understand and make me justify my decision to leave the esteemed law profession for one of stringing words together. I explain to those I have to and simply ignore the rest.
It might not be a smooth ride but I’m prepared for the hurdles along the way. I don’t know where this would lead me but I’m willing to try, I have come this far and I’m willing to go the long haul in standing up for my dream!