“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Sitting at my desk, sometimes I am lost in reverie
As to where in the world would I be
If I had taken the other road, the one
Less traveled by, less trampled upon
Conventional choices I think I have made
Within narrow confines I have stayed
For the most part, would life have been different
If I had been more willing to experiment?
Broader vistas would I have explored?
Is it possible I would never find myself bored
The way I am now, if I had made a choice
To go against the flow, to develop a new voice?
Then I remind myself of the choices I’ve made-
I left my motherland, I could have stayed
My chosen career, my cherished profession
Could have been different- it was my decision
In its entirety, never was I coerced
I knew what it entailed, I was well-versed
I am not the most adventurous, yet I
Have made some unconventional choices, that’s why
Sometimes I find myself all alone, I confess
Maybe that’s why over my choices I obsess..
At the end of the day I am defined
By the choices I have made, whether my mind
Was the one leading me, or my heart
My choices have become of me an integral part..