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Today is May the 4th.
Exactly one year ago, I bid farewell and exchanged hugs with my colleagues whom I’ve considered a part of a family. Their support has shaped me to be the person I am and there is no way that I can express my gratitude.
It was the day which I depart from my corporate job and pursue a different path to find myself; a profession of cutting heads — as a barber.
Maybe it was a dumb idea to descend the corporate ladder and start everything from scratch. Perhaps I’m simply jaded. Or maybe, I’ve geeking excessively on Star Wars and the pseudo-philosophies behind The Force that I start questioning my life purpose. That is also quite a strong possibility.
But whatever the reason, I realized early that there is no return from the bridge that I have crossed.
It was the moment when I tendered my resignation to the Director. A flood of emotions ensued; a mix of insanity, fearlessness, and anxiety. The waves of reality come crashing in.
