What is my passion? I’ve been asking myself for years.
And till now, I still don’t know the answer.
Since I was young, I was taught to obey.
LISTEN. FOLLOW. DON’T ARGUE
So I did. Not because I wanted to.
But because I was very afraid.
very afraid of disappointing.
Very afraid of making them angry.
Very afraid of being “wrong.”
Sometimes, I felt like a puppet. Someone else holding the strings.
As I grew up, I didn’t become braver.
I just became quieter. I learned to hide my thoughts.
To accept their dreams as mine.
Now when people ask, “What do you love doing?”
I freeze. I realise I don’t know what I love.
But at least now, I’m asking.
And maybe… that’s the start.