My days in Little Rock…the perceived days of self discovery.

Did I run away from the buzz of a big, bad concrete enclave to experience unprecedented levels of insight and calm? Though I didn’t have a choice in this move, I think I did. I do believe that the upcoming one year of forced exile to a small big town is a much needed catalyst for self discovery and reinvention of the self.
Ever since I set foot on the American soil, life has been coming fast at me, at a pace that makes me dizzy. It has made me forget who I am, I have become more obsessed with the short term goals- the materialistic ones. Not once have I sat down with a drink (not necessarily intoxicating) to reminisce. . to think of what life has taught me. I hope that this year will give me that time… the time to think about the past and form my future, to think and act on all the wonderful and fun things I always wanted to do but was unable to because of either the need to excel in school or establish a career. Now that I have both, I can sit back, relax and grow as a person.