I’ve been thinking a lot about how we make choices.
Especially the ones that quietly rearrange the course of our lives.
It’s easy to decide when one path clearly feels right.
The harder moments are when both roads look beautiful, when you’re not choosing between good and bad, but between good and good in a different way.
Earlier this year, I found myself in that exact place.
I had to decide whether to stay in India, close to my parents, my closest friends, my two pets, and what I call home, or to move to Dubai and begin again.
It wasn’t about wanting more. It was about feeling that something inside me was ready for a new chapter.
But even when you know, it’s hard.
The mind starts to negotiate.
You can still grow here.
Maybe this isn’t the right time.
What if you lose everything you’ve built?
The familiar has a way of disguising itself as wisdom.
But underneath that comfort, there’s usually fear.
What helped me find my courage was remembering a time I had done this before…
Almost a decade ago, in my twenties, I had left home to move to Malaysia to join Mindvalley.
I still remember the night I arrived there for the first time.
The plane landed and as I looked out of the window, I felt my stomach tighten.
I had no idea what waited on the other side.
Part of me wanted to turn back.
But those next five years became some of the most transformative years of my life.
They taught me what it means to grow beyond comfort, to find belonging within myself, to trust the unknown.
Remembering that reminded me of something I had forgotten.
You can’t connect the dots looking forward.
You can only connect them looking backward.
