New Day, New Opportunity, Old Me!

As I start to think about what my first story can be, a thought strikes!

All my life, I have been an excellent student. Not just in academics, but life in general. I love observing people around me, think about what’s going in their mind and draw a kind of empathy for them. No, I am not a stalker! I am merely an avid observer. I love the idea of how we are all interconnected and that we all share a common origin, how we all have different thoughts yet feel the same emotions time to time. In a world of so many differences, I think that is something which unites us on the cellular level.

Being able to freely express what you observe around yourself and what you feel within is a gift that can’t be bartered for. Since my childhood, I love doing anything creative. I love writing, singing, dancing, acting (a passion so close to my heart) and painting. When we create something, we attach a piece of ourselves with it - an emotion that was otherwise hidden and unappreciated; an onservation realized only by you and no one else. I took every opportunity that came my way to express myself creatively and did my best. I was participating in essay competitions, debates, theatre, singing, anything that I can lay my hands on. A jack of all. Literally. However, once I immigrated to Canada, things changed.

I came to Canada around 5 years ago. Like every other immigrant, I had to work hard to make ends meet. Working at factories or restaurants, I did them all. Years passed by and finally after working for all those years, I have made a good standing for myself financially. I never realized that in working for money constantly, I was losing touch with my creativity a bit by bit everyday. All those years, I was still observing everyone around me, was still trying to feel what they were feeling, was still having my own thoughts about the situations I was encountering; but was not doing anything at all with that information. In retrospect, I also realized that even though I was good at expressing creatively, I never looked for opportunities and that it was always the other way round. To be honest, I never really had the time to actually think about it. I was just busy participating in one thing or the other.

Until today!

I was looking back at some of my draft speeches I made while I was in college (Yes, I have kept them all) and realized that if there is no opportunity knocking my door, I need to start looking for one and knock its door instead. This was my time to reciprocate what was always being given to me by the universe. To create an opportunity for myself and work on what I was trying to manifest all my life. I searched on google if there were any creative writing jobs available for a freelancer and came across this community. I set up my account and was keen on publishing a story.

So, here I am, starting my journey to share my thoughts with the community. Hope, I do a good job! But, more importantly, I hope to stay true to one of my passions. Since, it’s a new opportunity, but an old me starting all over again.

If you like my story, feel free to share with someone you think would appreciate it. Also, don’t hesitate if you have something to share with me related to the content. Constructive criticism always works well!

Stay safe.