Back in 2016, I broke up with my then-girlfriend, facing a new yet scary dream of becoming a professor in the sports science field.
I thought it was a brave decision because as heart-breaking as it was, I believed that it would lead both of us where we had been meaning to be. Well, that was not quite.
I soon realised becoming a professor against the backdrop of the fact that it involves potentially not only time and effort but also a tremendous amount of money is not a thing that I could dare to pursue. And all it did was cause me that much remorse.
I would say, up until 2016, there had been nothing to regret in my life. It might’ve been because I took things for granted. Either that or, I was completely ignorant about when I genuinely feel happy.
From that point on, although I’ve made a good bit of friends and had relationships, I’ve ended up becoming really cautious about myself being passionate too much about my dream without careful thought over the relationship because what I do now is a quiet departure from what I promised myself to do back then.
