Colours. (Leave an apple on my desk, but please do not ask for a card)

Excuse me for a moment. I need to sit down and deliberate.

I'm en route to that career I've always wanted. I left the legal sector when I was just starting my climb up the ladder. And the thought that I'm in the course of committing to something for life is unbearably crippling. Whatever possibilities that may await me out there, I might never come to know.

I used to answer people's question on my occupation with at least some considerable pride. "I'm a legal executive. Here's my card. Call me". Nowadays, my reply to that very same question will only be welcomed by blank, sceptic stares accompanied by at least 3 seconds of utter silence.

"I'm a teacher. (No card. Don't bother calling unless your kid needs tuition)".

Nonetheless, this is the path I have chosen. It took me years to decide and now that I am here, I will keep the faith. There are too many things to do in here, too many things to contribute and I shall not have time for myself to wallow in self-regret.

They will come to me like white fabric, and I shall paint them in vivid hues. And everyone who comes by to look at the paintings will utter "What beautiful colours! What priceless masterpieces!" The people may not even know who the painter is. But they will appreciate his artwork. At the end of the day, this painter shall look outside his window, knowing that his artpieces are now somewhere out there being appreciated and loved.

Smiling in his heart, he shall paint again.

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