Challenging Myself

bismillah.

So I was sitting home one day, and pondered on my life. My whole life. Rethinking everything, and I realised that I spent so much of it sitting in my bubble. And used my I-am-an-introvert lame excuse to get away from my responsibilities. From what I wanna do.

It took me a few years of trying and searching to find what I really wanna do in life.

I started off wanting to teach, then an engineer, then a doctor.

I was so immersed in society's view, that I lost prospect from my goals.

Alhamdulillah, I was lucky enough to be given opportunities to try out things. Spent a few years in science school, a couple more in college, trying everything to find my own goals, without anyone else shaping it.

And alhamdulillah, I got the chance to have a year gap before enrolling in my degree courses. I found exactly what I want to do during that time.

I want to be myself.
Even if it meant being different.

So, I took a challenge. And my dad was cool enough to lend me a load of money to try it out. He had doubts on me, whether or not I will succeed in this challenge. But his doubts is my drive. I wanna succeed.
And I took the leap.

I was scared, but went through with it. Now, I'm in the middle of classes and getting my certificate.

I am done being scared of bursting my bubble. I wanna poke it and step outside the boundaries. Get out of my comfort zone.

And this challenge I am currently taking is a start.

I might end up working someday in a cubicle. But I hope that I will explore the world rather than sitting in the cube all day.

When nothing is certain,

anything is possible

And I'm gonna make it work.

InshaAllah.

currently loading up my iman.

wanna be a working da'ie,

not just someone pretending to be.

Salam Ramadhan Mubarak.

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