There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
One-way ticket. Where? Nowhere maybe. Everywhere maybe. Was I running away or running toward my future? That was yet to be determined. All I knew was that I needed to go. I grasped that one-way ticket with both hands and held on to hope. It was all that I had. I didn’t question. Inside, deep down inside, I knew it was the only way.Read More