Cheers to new beginnings
Once upon a time, there was a young man. A not-so-relatable one, to be honest. He was charming, intelligent, and everything society loves to applaud. He passed school with flying colours, started preparing for entrance exams of prestigious colleges , studied relentlessly, and eventually made it into one. The ideal path. The “right” path. The kind of life that looks impressive on paper. But there was something about him that the world didn’t see. Something not-so-charming. He was scared. Scared of what, you ask? Well, there was more to him than his grades and achievements. He loved singing. He loved composing. He lived for music. His laptop was filled with raw, unique, melodious compositions—songs created by a passionate soul, waiting to be heard. Waiting to be felt. Yet, they stayed hidden. Because he was afraid. Afraid of being judged. Afraid his work wouldn’t be acknowledged. Afraid people would mock him for choosing music over what he was “supposed” to be good at—studying. Afraid th...