"As I sit here by the window, the soft patter of raindrops against the glass creates a soothing background melody to my thoughts. I can't help but wonder what life would have looked like if I had not chosen to be an author.
The view beyond the window reveals a lush, green garden glistening with raindrops. The scent of wet earth and blooming flowers wafts in, mingling with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The cozy warmth of my favorite blanket envelops me, making the room feel like a cocoon of creativity.
Personally, being an author is the best thing that could have happened to me. But what if I had chosen to be a dancer instead? How would my life have changed?
I imagine a different daily routine where I wake up at the break of dawn to practice graceful dance moves. The hard wooden floor underfoot, the sound of my own breath syncing with the rhythm of the music, and the exhilaration of mastering a new routine would have been my companions.
Would I have traded the solace of words for the expressiveness of movement? I ponder this as the rain outside intensifies, creating a symphony of nature's own making. But most importantly, would I have been as happy as I am now? These questions dance in my mind, much like the what-ifs that have taken root in my heart."
I would not change the path I took at all. I am happy where life took me.
What about you?
