Whenever I reminisce about my past, I always think about my identity before and after migration. Migration involves loss. It felt like all the things that rooted me to my existence lost their shape and floated away — leaving everything behind; family, friends, home and everything you once owned. Migration created a sense of emptiness which held me back from familiarising the new world. “Sense of emptiness” was the representation of the impossibility of showing “how things were”. Between this journey of connections and alienation my constant attempts to correlate the reasons and reality crashed. But, here I am today leaving this journey open and incomplete to displace the very idea of the “authentic”.
Everything you do, every choice you make echoes into eternity. People often say about starting a new chapter. But they don’t say how hard it is to close one. To close something that you will never be able to rewrite or edit, and then to start a new chapter amongst a civilization with a difference of hundreds of years of evolution, is brave. But, you can’t close a chapter without embracing it.
Migration is settlement into mobility.
Migration is embracing the past.
Migration is envisaging the future.
