That moment when you realise…

A work colleague and I were talking the other day. I asked him: “How is your other career plans going?”, for I was aware he was working in another field of work which he’s often spoke highly of. “It’s going great” he said. “I am mentoring other people within the world of sport and training.” Now I usually wouldn’t care for such a response, for conversations regarding sport and fitness is enough to make me gauge my eyes out. However something about his enthusiasm pricked my interest to carry on the conversation. What he said afterward is something I probably will never forget. “I finally realise who I am and what I am meant to do.” That one sentence alone carried a significant clarity that left a smile on my face. It’s not everyday another human being tells you that they realise why they’re on this earth and who they are. I for one tend to keep that a secret. However to hear that from somebody else is somewhat inspiring. My work colleague has accepted the path that he/god/destiny has presented for him, and that takes much courage.

I remember the day I realised who I am. It happened after I made the decision to halt music composition and migrate to the world of writing. That was when I realised that I am a creator – somebody who’ll probably never be stable in this world, but will leave traces of works for others to experience. This I accept and own, and this realisation can never be taken away… by anyone.

The moment you realise who you are… is a beautiful thing.

Ricky Baxter



2 thoughts on “That moment when you realise…

  1. The picture is great imagery for the post. I’ve known for a while what I want to be, but I’m not quite sure I know who I am, yet. Hopefully it’ll come in time, and with it; that elusive creature they call voice.

    1. Tell me about it. I think having and sustaining a voice is probably the most elusive thing. Even hardcore creators tend to lose their voice, over time. The funny thing about having a voice, is that it’s always with us, but we just can’t notice it.

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