a year’s sabbatical it was; but then I have returned. like the way one returns to a road oft traveled in the past. the time away stretched way too much, but I am glad that I am back. I have no clue for how long though. but then, I often surprise myself. but then, it must have been love.
more often than not the things we end up not doing tend to be fulfilling if we figure out the courage to do it. we find freedom in what we do; like earning your own living; like creating a piece; like driving your own vehicle; like walking alone for miles in an unknown city; like discovering freedom from expectations.