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From a young age, dreams were made for me. Vocation was taught only in literal definition, never as a canvas where passion, talent and discipline converge into some semblance of purpose. Those breathless strings of words, colours, and melodies existed—but somehow I felt they were not for me. Why that was could've been a genuine lack of interest or something much more convoluted.

My mother, like many first generation immigrants, had a well-placed fear for the simple survival of her children. This fear translated into constant speeches on education -- it's sole purpose being the obtainment of financial security and social standing. In turn, I wished--quite sincerely at the time--to be a doctor, lawyer, engineer or a businessman, and this one-sided view reflected her fear so profoundly that I instinctively avoided any other flavour of life.