Almost a year and a half since I made the move back to sunnyland.
I had a viable plan, and it seemed, everything fell seamlessly into place. I’d started picturing my life in two years, as if time was the only thing standing in between me and my near future.
In retrospect, less wishful and more realistic thinking would’ve helped, because NOTHING, has turned out the way I’d planned it. They all took a different, and unexpected turn, for the unknown.
I got caught in a Cul-de-sac, with a map in hand.
And then I learn, it is never walking down one straight road, in the chase of a dream.