A call can be a sweet whisper, a surrender to the unknown, a tiny jolt into beingness, a pleasant undertaking for the world anew. But more often that not, it is a violent pull, a calling impossible to refuse, a cry so loud, so poignant, impossible to resist and yet, so uncomfortable to answer to. You may move forward unwillingly. You may jump at the chance of your destiny, only to retreat back into yourself for further reflection and resistance. But deep down you know, you’ve always known that it was there, it was always there and would always be there, no matter how much you pushed it back in the background of your mind, body and soul, no matter how hard you forgot it, no matter where and when life lead you astray.