What Do I Choose To Be?

Around July, my article had been posted on The Himalayan Times and I had sent them what I wrote like a year ago and they finally post it. So yeah, just wanted to share that in my blog as well! I guess a lot of teenagers relate to this, if you don't then you sure are a lucky one! :P

WHAT DO I CHOOSE TO BE?

Should I be a doctor? An engineer? Or writer, painter, musician ... the list goes on. Being a teen is pretty hard, seriously really, really hard! Facing problems, dealing with problems and moving on with problems. Problems never leave us; we just realise them, as we get older. 

Who am I? What am I going to become? All those what, how and when questions buzz through our teen minds. 

If I read a blog or a storybook, I instantly want to be a writer. If I paint or draw, I see myself as a painter or an artist, when I do lab and science related stuff, I want to be a doctor, and if I see fashion shows, I want be a fashion designer. I wish I could become all of them, but I have to choose one. But which one? What am I good at? 

I don’t know what I am good at but I am sure that I am good at anything that interests me. Can’t I be all in one? Sadly that wouldn’t work. I want to see the world, be free and live the life that I want to live. I want to be that. 

Everything Has Changed (Chap. 8)

Really sorry for this seriously really late post. I was caught up with school work so didn't get the time to write! But winter break is here and Christmas is in 3 days! Something surprising is yet to come for the Christmas special "chapter" for this story. So happy reading! ;D

Everything Has Changed (Chap. 8)

"Mom? Mom? Hey? Good morning," I gently woke up her, "I got you breakfast. You have to have you medicine as well."

"Thank you dear," She said weakly, "Have you seen your dad?"

"Dad? Umm, yeah. He's in the kitchen.'

'He is? Your dad? In the kitchen??"

"Yes Mom," I said with a laugh, but that laugh quickly went away. "Okay mom, I am going to go study, I'll see you in a while. Take rest."

"Okay honey. Oh wait, before you go. Can you tell your dad to come here?"

"Okay," Well, thats weird. What's wrong with people. One week ago they were being completely rude to each other and acted like strangers and now they are so nice to each other.

"Dad? Mom's calling you."

"Okay, tell her I'm coming." What. Now Im there messenger?! Nope. I'll just go to my room. Ugh.

I went back in my room, I wonder what Ryan is doing at this moment. I should call him.

5 minutes later..No answer. What is up with people today?!

It was late and I had to go sleep. I didn't go check in with mom or dad. I was doing homework anyway. I was about to sleep when..my phone vibrates.

"Hey! I'm really sorry for not picking up. I was outside." was the message from Ryan.
I think I was in the mood of being rude to everyone that time, so I didn't bother to reply; just went to sleep.

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