The Road I Chose

I started writing poetry in a way that felt almost inevitable. It wasn’t a decision I made with clear intent-it just happened. There was no grand moment of inspiration, but instead, a quiet realization that poetry was the one thing that truly allowed me to express myself. I started putting my thoughts and feelings into words, and it became a sanctuary. I knew from the moment I wrote my first poem that this was something I couldn't abandon.

However, the path I’ve chosen hasn’t been an easy one. I dropped out of university, uncertain of where my future would lead but determined to figure it out on my own terms. Everyone around me said there was no future in this, that I should finish my studies and get a "real job." They couldn’t see my vision, and perhaps I couldn’t fully see it either, but I knew in my heart that this was my journey.

While my peers moved forward with traditional careers and conventional paths, I was left to question what I really wanted out of life. Was I chasing a dream that would eventually crumble? Or was I simply taking the road less traveled, hoping that I could carve my own path? The uncertainty was overwhelming at times, but I couldn't ignore the pull that poetry had on me. It was calling me, and I had no choice but to follow.

I’m still on this path, one poem at a time, still questioning, still unsure, but I don’t regret my decision. It’s not an easy road, but it's mine, and that's enough for me. Everyone may say there’s no future in it, but I’m learning that the future isn’t something I can predict. It’s something I’ll create. And for now, the words I write are my future.