Dust swirled around with the wind and I covered my mouth with my scarf as I stared towards the same direction. I wanted to tell him that maybe he was right. But I just stood silently.
In a way, I realized that I envied him, for owning that kind of spirit – free, unconfined, and in no need to belong to just one place.
This was it. The moment of truth. If I couldn’t pull this off, I would probably have stabbed myself in the palm and started thinking of another job.
It takes heat, it takes heart.