My Way2 mins 114 2 mins 114
I opened my eyes to the vast expanse of the ocean in front of me and took a sip from my glass. It was after a long time since I had a vacation, all by myself. Now as I look at the roaring waves of the ocean, I confessed to myself how badly I was in need of such a vacation. I smiled as I remembered how long I had kept dilly-dallying before finally arriving at the decision to have a break from my usually busy life.
I closed my eyes again as the thought of taking a decision took me back to the good old days of my late teens. After completing my school education, I was still not able to decide what course should I opt for higher studies. Being a businessman himself, the business was my father's choice. And as I was his only child, he wanted me to be the heir to his business empire. But I had been nurturing a secret dream within me for a long time. I wanted to join the School of Fine Arts and become a painter. Dad was not at all willing to even listen to it. He became furious whenever I suggested the idea of taking up painting as a profession.
The tug-of-war went on between me and him for a long time. But I knew that I had to make a decision and that too very soon. Dad was of the opinion that I had lost my mind and that's why I was kicking off a career that secure and promising. I agreed that he was right but I was not absolutely wrong either. 'Is following your passion that bad?' I asked myself. A tiny voice within me replied that I should give it a try. And that was it! I made a decision and packed my bags to set out on a journey that was unknown to me. Dad warned me that I am going to regret my decision someday. But I listened only to the voice of my soul and turned a deaf ear to him and everyone around.
The deafening roar of the waves brought me back to the present and I opened my eyes again. I picked my wine glass in my hands and took a long, leisurely sip from it. I projected a smile of contentment at the ocean. It's been years since I had taken the most important decision of my life. I know I still have miles to go. But it's also true that have no regrets either, contrary to what Dad had predicted.