I have been trying to stay more in tune with my surroundings lately and with that, I have been noticing how the world has been giving me signs that I am headed in the right direction. Signs that it’s okay to slow down and take it day by day. Signs that it’s all going to be alright.
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A few weeks ago on my drive home from work, I had a phone call with my mother to catch up and touch base about important dates in the future. I was telling her how I had re-enrolled in school for the upcoming fall semester and something in my gut was telling me that this was the right choice. During that talk, she asked me “what is success to you?” and as I began formulate my response, I found myself questioning my own definition/correlation of success and happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I had asked myself similar questions in the past (and continue to do so) but for some reason it felt so new to me in that moment. It was as if I needed to hear that question in her voice.
Once I got off the phone and started walking up the stairs to the front door, I noticed a package on the porch from my mother; it was a birthday gift that had arrived a day early. I sat down and opened the package with my lady by my side and was blown away by what she sent: a compass.
The program I will be entering in the fall is related to the gathering, processing and delivering of geographic information. The compass not only felt like the perfect metaphor for this period of soul-searching in my life but it also felt fitting with this new path/field of study. Without my mom having a clue of this program before our chat, the odds seemed eerily coincidental.
life has a strange way of communicating with us..
Is there a time you recall when life gave you an obvious sign? If so, how did you respond to it?
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That is one beautiful picture of compass my dude 🤍🤍🤍
This is an amazing story. And beautiful. Perhaps we put our own meanings, but that's the beauty of it.
I try to listen to signs and inner feelings.
I am now in the state of choosing directions, although I intuitively understand where to move. But one day I had a dream. It was a perfect story that might have to be waited for and imagined for a long time, but here was the perfect story. Which seemed to throw me in the direction of storytelling, cinema, scripting. It's like an old hello and a kick in a certain direction. А reminder of who I am. So I immediately began to dig in this direction more actively.