Challenges galore is what life inevitably succumbs to. This worldly life is nothing but letters scrambled across the globe in unison of a shadowed tolerance in tranquillity, but you ask what transgressions lie beneath? Lives are displayed for consensual auction on the media-market so aggressively that one wonders are ambitions just a mirror of the other creating a ripple effect. But not for me. A seven-year ordeal from the young age of eighteen to twenty-four created many a sleepless nights and auras of confusion within a packed mind, naught of immaturity that ripened with every blow, but of demons that came in forms of loved ones.
From creative paths to Human Resources, the journey has been one of many facets, of upheavals in the rain, of no support and an unbecoming mentor. I fought hard to convince those around me that though I possessed a creative knack my mind lay with HR, with how there was a need to combine the two and break barriers of monotony in the field. The only challenge in the end of it all, at the path where the road less taken was left baron of footprints, the only blockage was my own conviction. At the mere sight of myself slipping away, I destroyed that hurdle to push forth and reach a destiny of being an achiever, competing against myself,
for me.