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Becoming , bit by bit

 Becoming, bit by bit

by Nidhi Guglani 


Life isn’t always made of grand decisions. More often, it’s built from quiet agreements with the present moment. To stay. To speak. To carry on. To begin.


We don’t live just at the crossroads—we live in the in-between. The part where we wake up and decide, again and again, how to live with what we’ve chosen. Or what’s chosen us.


There was a time I thought I’d be a doctor. That dream came from a deeply personal place—born out of a loving bond with someone who lost his vision but never his light. But life carved another path for me. I became a teacher.


And with time, I’ve realized I didn’t miss the mark. I just found a different way to serve, to heal, to shape. A doctor may save lives. A teacher helps shape the ones that are saved. But even this isn’t just about choosing a profession. It’s about the countless moments that follow any choice. It’s about being awake to the life you’re living.


Sometimes, we find ourselves with someone who is our complete opposite. Ethically, morally, temperamentally—two people, poles apart. And yet, we stay. Not out of resignation, but out of a deeper understanding. Life, after all, isn’t about being the same. It’s about finding ways to hold space for each other, especially when health falters, when tempers rise, when the road gets bumpy. It’s about learning to find happiness not in spite of the differences, but because we choose to grow through them.


Staying together, especially through stormy days, is not passive. It is a decision we make every single day—a conscious act of commitment, patience, and sometimes even silence.


And now, in this very moment, I’m choosing to write. I could have kept my thoughts to myself—let them fade quietly, unresolved. But the urge came. And I responded. That action—of writing, of expressing—is an act of living.


Will it bear fruit? Will it touch someone? Will it become something more? I don’t know. But I do know that by showing up for this thought, by giving it form, I’m playing my part. Fully. Actively. Consciously.


Life, then, is not just about forks in the road. It’s not only about choosing between two sharply different paths. It’s about standing still and choosing to step forward. It’s about breathing through discomfort and saying, I will respond, not retreat. It’s about writing when you could stay silent. Loving when you could walk away. Teaching when you once dreamed of healing.


Every moment holds a choice—not always a big one, but always a real one. And when we engage with those moments fully, life begins to shape itself around our presence.


So here’s to the daily act of living. Not dramatically. But deeply.


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