"When a dream takes hold of you, what can you do? You can run with it, let it run your life, or let it go and think for the rest of your life about what might have been."

Ever been at a point in your life, where you sit down and think; Is this really what I want to do? Would I regret not doing this? Should I wait for perfect time? Should I just go ahead?- I have, in fact I am at the cross road, as I rack my brain and type this

I remember being 10 and wanting to invent something, and at 13 wanted a chemistry lab in a corner of the house, which my mother made sure never happened due to my accident prone nature, 8th grade I got my first guitar, my parents were surprised as to what was up with the sudden change from being a crazy scientist to music? After few months of string plucking and trying to produce pleasant notes, I gave up, packed that thing up and it went in my closet, along with everything else collecting dust. 15, came the year and brought in the 'firsts of everything', living without family, peer pressure, being independent, making decisions, and the side of me which was so subtle that I didn't feel its existence within me, it just needed something to hold on to and it spreaded in, making me aware of it presence. The part which didn't require any scientific and logical reasons to prove itself right, Nature got me.
Everything I looked at, seemed beautiful out of its bounds, music, art, poetry, photography, and I picked up the guitar once again, determined to give it a try, because I knew somewhere I had it in me, that someday I might regret letting my guitar just be a part of my closet and that was it. People would vent out their frustrations in words and I would try to get it out on the strings; moods changed, tunes formed, whatever it maybe, I never felt lost.
Then one day it snowed, and I remember me with my nose pressed against the glass window, my breath fogging the class, mesmerized at the sight of white cotton balls just showering the earth; it was breath taking. I walked out, clad in a jeans and a tee, a point and shoot camera in my hand, capturing what I thought was beautiful, nature!
I stood out there in freezing temperature, taking pictures, not giving in a care in the world, because I felt satisfied in doing what I was doing, just the sheer pleasure of standing there without a sweat shirt and being part of it was worth it. From that day onwards, I had my camera in the back pocket of my jeans, in hopes that I might be able to capture a three eyed Martian, or just the two-toothed smile of my baby sister, I started looking at travelogues and photo galleries, and how people had captured the moments, that could be cherished forever.
Then came the dinner table conversations about my future, dad wants me to work for the government, mom wants me to become a doctor and grand dad decided which college I should go for, because I am perfectly in capable of making a sane decision. Then it was me wrestling my way against all the biological names, chemical compositions, and physical quantities, filling my brain with every bit and piece of information I could get but I wasnt happy as I should be, I never got the feeling of pure satisfaction, and I would just ditch the books and get back to my Nikon (another post for this amazing thing)
For all I know I can easily kick medical aside, my parents though reluctant would be okay with that, I dont really care about anyone else's opinion, so whats holding me?

Its me myself, its the million 'what-ifs', the future financial security, I am afraid to think un-traditionally, to take the road travelled less, what if I come across something unusual?. Choice is all yours. You can make excuses, be lazy and spend your life. Even I spent a lot of time thinking what I wanted to do. But I guess the better approach could be just trying and finding out what works for you rather then carefully planning, initiating and giving it up. So here I am trying various things, trying to balance medical, writing, photography and music. And hopefully I wont regret the choices I made now, latter in life.