Picture this.
Babies in manufacture, gets delivered down the production line on a conveyor belt. Each baby has been given something to play with. You will see a baby with a saxophone, or one with a calculator and perhaps another with a paint brush. These are the gifts given by God for each individual baby to bring into the world in order to be happy. During the journey on earth, the babies grow up and has to realize his gift/destiny for that particular lifetime. The length of the journey would entirely depend on fate – if opportunities are recognized, if there were obstacles and disruptions and if instincts were adhered to – how, where, why & when you realize your inherent gift. When the gift is found, the baby has to work hard on learning everything about it and embark on that gift until it comes to the next phase of progression or discovery. It kinda becomes your reason for life, that passion you find using your gift. I was given many things to play with when I was a child but the gift that was given to me at the conveyor belt was perhaps a PEN. It wasn’t a piano, not the chinese paint brushes, not my ballet shoes, deifinitely not the microphone, neither was it the camera or keyboard. Had I known it was something as simple as a pen, I wouldn’t have gone on my wild goose chase! Well, I found my pen again. Now they tell me, as a kid, I was always kept happy with the pen.
It took a long time to discover it again and it was well worth the trouble.