A Girl :')

Once upon a time, there was a girl who could do anything in the world she wanted. All she had to do was choose something and focus. So one day she sat down in front of a blank paper and began to write. Every sentences was more perfect than before, slowly and gracefully converging to build a flawless masterpiece. And when she eventually finished writing, she read her work proudly and smiled.

It was obvious to the clouds and the stars, who were always watching over her, that she had a gift. She was an writer. And she knew it too. She felt it in every fiber of her being. But a few moments after she finished writing, she got anxious and quickly stood up. Because she realized that while she had the ability to do anything in the world she wanted to do, she was spending her time moving pen around on a piece of paper.

She felt like there was so much more in the world to see and do - so many options. And if she ultimately decided to do something else with her life, then all the time she spent writing would be waste. So she glanced her masterpiece one last time, and walked out the door into the moonlight. And as she walked, she thought, and she walked some more.

While she was walking, she didn't notice that the clouds and the stars in the sky who were trying to signal her, because she was preoccupied with an important decision she had to make. She had choose one thing to do out af all the possibilities in the world. Should she practice marketing? Or manage finance? Or do some accounting?  She was utterly stumped.

Twelve years later, the girl began to cry. Because she realised she had been walking for so long, and that over the years she had become so enamored by everything that she could do, the endless array of possibilities, that she hadn't done anything meaningful at all. And she learned, at last, that life isn't about possibility. Anything is possible. Life is about making a desicion. Deciding to do something that moves you.

So the girl, who was no longer a girl, purchased some paper and pen from a local craft store, drove to a nearby park, and began to write. And she smiled, she continued writing through the day and into the night. Because she had finally made a decision. And there was still some time left to revel in the magic that life is all about.