Once I read somewhere that it is our choices which make us different, rather than our struggles. And I had a choice to stay and specialize in my own country or head into West, to an unprompted future. It was always on my mind to leave my homeland. What a heroic act, I thought. Looking down at all your past in East as a great loss, and then save the rest of it in West. Flying away, mixing in a new culture and making a new you. Escaping from a country which hinders your progress, I thought. Stepping into a new world and flourishing as fast as possible, I thought. But, I was wrong. Or at least, I missed something.