Committing to our path matters more than choosing our path

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Choosing what we want to do is less frightening than committing oneself to that one chosen path. That is why when we decide which degree to pursue; we do our best possible research because we know that we will be carrying this choice a long way.

As a child, I wanted to be an astronaut, a pilot, an entrepreneur, a writer, a doctor, and whatever you can imagine. But when I grew up, I had to commit myself to one career path, which was confusing at that moment. I remember that I trusted my instincts and just jumped with a leap of faith. Am I regretting that decision? The answer is No. I think this how we are supposed to make our decisions, trusting our instincts, and believing in our decisions. We can not doubt our past choices to define our present.

Over time I have realized that our confidence in our decision matters more than our decision. Our commitment to making it work! That is how most marriages survive; it is not that they are a couple of two ‘right persons,’ but they are committed to their choices.

I was talking to my friend who is getting married this summer, about how choosing a wedding dress is a difficult decision for women. He said his fiancée still is not sure about her wedding dress. So I asked him, “how about you?”. He said, “as soon as I buy my stuff, I stop looking for other options whereas women, even when they have already bought their dress, they will still keep looking.”

It is all about trusting the choice that we have already made.

I remember reading a beautiful metaphorical from – The Bell Jar that I would like to share with you.

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Love and Sunshine. I hope you feel proud of the choices you have made and going to make.

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