Embracing Change

I spent a lot of time rummaging through clutter in my room to make way for new shit for my imminent birthday (but really it’s because I lost my envelope of workshop certificates which means milky ways to me). I came across the deposit slip (kept for sentimental reasons) for the payment to the basic photography course dated November 2007, my very first.

I smiled and remembered when I told Harry, a family friend, about it. British and 60+ years old, he shares a thousand and one stories when he visits which I enjoy most of the time (it gets boring when he tells me a story for the third time). “I delved into photography!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, photography, I remember getting into photography myself when I was a young lad of 40.” He responded

I loved it (perhaps it was the accent) and I doubt if I’ll ever forget it. It’s interesting enough to hear him refer to himself as a young lad at 40. This statement, he delivered with much confidence, making me doubt myself. It was as if he’s sure it was going to happen and he knew many other things I didn’t know (which is probably the case). He then told me about the time he got into gardening, woodworks and carving gnomes. He told me the time he went to China, the summer he went fishing with his grandchildren and the time when he went to war.

And it’s true.

I started drawing about 8 years ago and I delved into photography about 6 years ago. I did not belong to a flag football team until about 5 years ago. I never thought I could dance outside the gigs I went to until I started out on poledancing about 3 years ago. I always hated going to the gym until 2 years ago. It’s been about 6 months since I’ve started training for aerial hoop. And these are just a few, there are many others I’ve tried and many others I’ve become.

And while I don’t have a clue of what I’ll be doing, where I’ll be off to and what I’ll soon become, what I know is that a lot is in store for me. Whether you believe in it or not, whether you planned it or not, there are destinies to be fulfilled. It doesn’t matter if it’s your first, your 16th or your 60th, birthdays are always just the beginning.


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