Your inner child should feel content
Recall the era when we all nurtured dreams of becoming an astronaut, hip-hop dancers, crafting art, or dominating the basketball court. What became of those dreams? Did life’s hurdles divert us from our passions, or did we willingly plunge into the all-consuming rat race?
In my journey, I harbored various aspirations. With a flair for colors, art became my creative release. As I grew older, psychology seemed to be calling my name. I excelled in it during school, finding a natural inclination for the complexities of the human mind. Consequently, I found myself in a surprising yet fulfilling career in Marketing — a realm where understanding the consumer’s psyche became my forte. While I could never embark on a formal academic journey in these subjects, sometimes twisted ways of life lead to unexpected outcomes. But what about the dormant artist within?
In the hustle of a 9–5 job in a city far away from home, adulting consumes half of my time. Even when I have moments of freedom, reconnecting with the joy of playing with colors feels like a task. As adults, I’ve realized that pursuing things with no tangible outcome becomes increasingly difficult. While contemplating courses in digital marketing or AI, the heart’s whisper persists — ‘If money were no object, I’d be an artist.’
Why do we abandon what we love? While career skills are vital, why not prioritize skills that bring happiness? Perhaps it’s because the rat race is too demanding to invest time in our passions. Maybe for some, reviving childhood passions doesn’t seem meaningful. The narrative of balancing passion and career will always be different for everyone. Importantly, acknowledging that it’s never too late to resurrect the pursuits that once delighted our inner child defines a path of rediscovery and fulfillment.
