This Life Chose Me.

I grew up dreaming of fancy cars and big cities. I dreamed of cementing my name among the stars. I wanted to be the one who paparazzi followed. I wanted to see the flash of the camera from the paparazzi’s lights and board expensive flights.

When I was barely old enough to leave the house, I did it. I was in the big city.

I grew up dreaming of fancy cars and big cities. To live among the stars and dine with the rich. And I was on my way. Closer to achieving everything I had ever dreamed of.

Yet, slowly, I found myself missing the place I once dreamed of never missing. I missed the feeling that the work I was doing actually meant something. Those rare fleeting moments where all feels right in the world, and the noise just stops. Those are the moments I feel alive, When I feel that I am exactly where I was meant to be.

The old me would’ve hated the decisions I made, and the things I gave up. Why I would choose to leave the life I had always dreamed of, to go back and live the same uneventful day over and over again, to struggle to barely make ends meet.

I found that the further away I got, the stronger the pull was to come back. I realized that what I had longed for wasn’t out there, it was always right here. No matter how hard I tried to get away from this life, it always felt like where I truly belonged. Because, ultimately I realized that I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.

I missed the sound of tires on gravel. The feeling of work that actually means something. And the moment where the noise just... stops.

Those fleeting moments of calm where every problem in the world just fades away. Those are the moments I feel alive. Those are the moments that many search a lifetime for yet never find. Those are the moments I couldn’t find anywhere else.

Those are the moments when I knew I made the right decision, Those are the moments when I followed my heart. They say you shouldn’t go home, give up.

But slowly, I realized that I didn’t choose this life. It chose me.