Following the Flow, Not My Own Voice
From the outside, everything looked normal. I looked like a regular student, walking a regular path, living what seemed like a regular life. But deep inside me, a silent voice kept whispering, “Become rich. Become famous. Become the person I meant to be.” This was the start of my self-discovery journey, though I didn’t realize it back then.
I couldn’t understand it at that time. Back then, I wasn’t fully aware of who I really wanted to become. Like many others, As a result, I didn’t question much. My parents wished for me to be a doctor or maybe a government employee. It seemed fine. And because I didn’t have my own vision yet, their dream quietly became mine. In India, most students are only told about a few job options: doctor, engineer, police officer, soldier, government worker, or firefighter. That’s all we were encouraged to aspire to, anything other than that felt unseen. But even within that system, my self-discovery journey had quietly begun.
An Average Student with Silent Questions
To be honest, I wasn’t even good at studies. Just… average. Not because I couldn’t learn but because I never saw the point in learning things that had no connection to my dreams. I was studying for marks, not on meaning. I memorized for exams, not for life. And once the exams were over, I would forget everything immediately after the exams.
What I was thinking is, “If my fate is just to become a government employee, then why am I drowning in physics, English, chemistry, and biology? What’s the point?”
The Moment That Sparked Something New
In short, I was just an average person, But the truth is:
“The difference between an ordinary and extra ordinary person is just the word ‘extra’” – Pranav S V
Somewhere between 8th and 9th standard, there was a food festival at school. Me and my classmate Jerin set up a stall, where we sold homemade protein powder, since I was really into bodybuilding and martial arts back then. During that period, I also dreamed of becoming a skilled martial artist, but as time passed, those dreams faded away.
We sold enough to make around ₹900 to ₹1000 that day. The money wasn’t for us. It was intended for the school to support kids from underprivileged backgrounds. Kids who couldn’t afford school fees or basic education. That was the deal. That was the mission.
Owning My Mistake Not My Proud Moment
But I took ₹100 from that money.
Not to steal, I had worked hard all day and I viewed it as a little treat for myself, spending it on food from a different stall. And yeah, it was wrong. That money wasn’t mine to take. However, this blog isn’t meant to make me look perfect. I’m not here to create a heroic image.
I could’ve easily twisted this story. I could’ve said, “We made ₹900, and I added ₹100 from my own pocket to make it ₹1000.” That would’ve sounded noble, clean, Like a hero’s story.
But this blog? It’s not fiction. This isn’t a show where I play a perfect version of myself. This is my journey – raw, unfiltered, flawed, and real.
And that moment? That mistake? That food stall? It wasn’t just about money or morals. It was the first spark. Even if I didn’t realize it then, something inside me was waking up. That spark was part of a bigger self-discovery journey that I’m still on today.
“An entrepreneur.”
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