The Storyteller

Imagine sitting on the edge of a cliff, looking at the crystal clear water under your feet peacefully, without you worrying about your responsibilities and duties. Feels amazing right? Want your each passing day to be adventurous as hell that you hear your damn heartbeats through your head.

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Going on escapades, breaking stereotypes is something I fantasize since a mid grade teenager. Usually people start this writing thing after almost exploring the whole world out there, getting ‘the complete knowledge bouquet‘ unlike me. After appreciating this bouquet of experiences, they start sharing these flowers or we can say the chapters of their encounters to the people out there through the words. The people who are eagerly waiting for an opportunity to get out of their routine busy lives and start something of their interests and passion. Something that they used to tell people as a kid, when they were asked, “What do you want to be?”  Right now I am one of them. Yes, I am a bit nervous. I don’t know what will happen next or how things will work out in the future. But I know, they will! 

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We are the world. We all are a part of it. We hear knowledge holders hosting their stories, their encounters, and imagine ourselves as a part of one. I used to do the same. But something changed! Now I see myself in the place of ‘the storyteller’ reciting my challenges, my experiences, and most importantly myself. I believe to focus on creating a life that I would love to live. And you know what? It costs about $0.00 to tell yourself that you can do it and you believe in yourself. 

I used to murmur to myself to at least make a move towards my goals. My goal to run out of the pages of my passport (fancy right?). To see each and every corner of the world. And now, I think I’ve made a step towards it. So if someone asks me now, “How am I?”, I can proudly say “I am LIVING!” 

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