One day, not a long time ago, someone, actually, he’s an interviewer for my latest ‘trying-to-pursuing-my-childhood-dream’ thing, asked me: is there any big move you’ve ever took?
And I had no answer.
I don’t know. Maybe, I could say: this is my big move. But I didn’t.
Sometime, in our life, oh, okay, no, in my life, i don't know: is this a big move or, is this just a small-little thing that won't change me a lot. I made my life with some preparations. A plan A, and some plans B. Me, taking risks, in a spontaneous way, with million ideas about what is going happen on the next day. I'm too busy to make assumptions and the back up plans.
This is just another game, i guessed.
But it's not.
It was stressed me out.
I need a heartbrake moment, to take me down and tell me: you can't get it all. You have to choose. To have or to lose. To run or hide. To go or stay. And so on... Still, there a lot of chances. But now i know, this is not a game. Not, anymore.
I'm ready to have one. Just one option.
To do what i have to do. Whatever it is. Making a big move, or, just floating like a dust.
