You might differ on that I agree with you all the time, but there is no space that I could disagree with you on this matter.
My first crossroad was at the age of five. When my parents decided to be separated from each other, there were two paths; to go with mom or to go with dad. I was just a little kid, so I followed what my dad decided, which was to go with him. I haven’t though it was my choice, and if I insisted to go with mom, things would have been so different.
Next one was when I was seven year old. My dad got remarried and didn’t want me to go with him this time. Again, I didn’t object to his decision and remained at his mom’s house (means at my grandma's). It was like being carried away by the current of the times.
When thinking about this, I always thought my life was set in a certain direction by someone else not me, and wished to have decided it by myself. However, I became to think that I was wrong. Not defying someone or something could be a kind of choice. Looking back, I don't think there were people who forced me to decide something along with their wills. I might have chosen this way by means of not objecting someone’s suggestions; that could be a passive decision.
My childhood wasn’t an outstanding success, just one of ordinary lives, but at least it was possible for me to choose schools where I wanted to study. Whether I could succeed in it or not was just another story.
I studied medical technology in college, but just right after my first semester, I realized that I was in a wrong place. No sense of science at all… It was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. I really regretted it, but there was a side effect.
If my major at college hadn’t been medical technology, I wouldn’t have met my senior coworker who inspired me to study English. We worked at the same laboratory in the hospital. When I heard her speaking English, I envied her and wanted to speak it like her. It sounded so cool. Then I started studying English.
If I could have spoken English well enough to communicate with people from the beginning, I might not have decided to keep studying, and wouldn’t have any interests in visiting foreign countries, either.
If my English skill had never improved at all, I would have stopped studying it, pitying myself not to have a sense of language.
If I had stopped studying English, I would have never met people who became good friends of mine. I’m glad I didn’t stop studying English which makes my monotonous life more colorful, joyful, and enriched, that's for sure.
I just hope that most of my decision wouldn't be wrong after all.
