The Picture of Tomorrow
When you begin a career, you don’t carry a forty-year map. You enter like a traveler stepping into a vast forest with no compass, only the thrill of discovery. The first days are filled with nervous laughter, borrowed dreams, and the sound of doors opening that you didn’t even know existed. And yet, curiously, when we plan a vacation, we map every inch. We mark the stopovers, the meals, the souvenirs. Perhaps it is because we know we will return. A career, however, has no return ticket. Once you begin, the starting point dissolves into the mist, and the river flows forward, never showing you its source again.
