Hello again to the realm of virtual humans
This post is dedicated to the new phase in my life.
A little prologue before I start off,
I was a budding engineer with no idea whatsoever as to what the stream I choose would make me in the future and that's where the problem begins.
Started off in a highly reputed engineering college in town. Ise was my branch.
Reason why I picked that- well dad actually picked it for me because it was as good as Cs.
Why did I want Cs in particular- because I wanted to and still do want yo pursue a career in game design and animation.
College was great, the teachers were great, the accomplices there were great too.
Not a single reason for me to crash like I did, superficial reasons ( as my parents say, they just think I got scared and backed out )
Almost One whole year I spent feeling lost in nothingness.
The whole world was as dead as the grass in the valleys of Alps blanketed
By the pale Popsicles of crystal precipitation.
I used to take days off from college, ride out into the country sides, trying to explore myself more, trying to figure out where i had left myself behind, alone time did help, but not well enough. I still needed someone to shed light on the right path.
I was line a banshee lost in between the nether realm and material realm.
The light I was hoping to be shed upon came quiet late, but fortunately not too late in the form of an invite by my class mate to join the art committee for a fest that was to happen during the mid of the second semester.
Surprisingly, I who had a bad habit of turning down such opportunitied agreed.
I spent a week and a half probably with a lot of strangers and familars alike.
Safe to say that was the best time I ever had in the span of one year I spent at that college.
That hit me. That pushed me out of my blockage.
Art
That was the real reason I was stuck
I din't want to become an average every day working class hero with a fixed income and a puppet to some higher ups (no offence)
I was dragon meant to soar greater hights,
Shed my shackles of a confined future,
Spread my wings and wing out a new road not taken.
Arouse a flame of my glory and have my light shed on the whole world.
I wanted to be able to give more to the world than take from it.
I din't want to Die another plain rain-smouldered name on a gravestone
I wanted to be my true self an stop pretending to be someone I would never be.
Eventually (skipping all the gory parts of the wars waged and battles won at home ) this lost soul retraced its path into a new definition called the stream of Architecture.
Where he can soar heights and spread the flame of his imaginaton the way he imagined he would.
