Sat, August 23 at 3:47 pm GMT
MY JOURNEY IN ARCHITECTURE
Hello Friends đź‘‹ ,
I often say that architecture chose me long before I admitted it. As a child, I had dreamed fiercely of medicine-wearing the white coat, saving lives, and carrying the noble responsibility of healing. That dream guided me for years, and to the outside world, it remained intact. But in truth, something shifted in me while I was in Form 2.
It was then that I first encountered design not just as drawing or art, but as a language of possibility. I began to notice buildings, spaces, and the way people interacted with them. I realized that just as medicine heals the body, architecture can heal the mind and spirit. This realization struck me powerfully, but quietly-I never told anyone. Outwardly, I was still the boy who wanted to be a doctor. Inwardly, however, I had already begun to dream of becoming an architect.
Entering University
When I finally joined university, I carried this secret passion with me, and stepping into the world of architecture felt like setting down a burden I had carried in silence for years. For the first time, I could openly pursue what I had always felt deep inside.
The studios, the sketches, the models-all of it awakened me. Architecture was no longer an abstract dream; it was a living journey. I was learning to think with both discipline and imagination, to see the built environment as something alive.
Discovering Myself in Design
Each semester shaped me in new ways. From the struggle of my first design projects to the pride of creating models that captured ideas, I began to grow not only as a student but as a person. I realized that design was not about drawing pretty buildings—it was about problem-solving, empathy, and vision. My passion grew fierce, sharper than my childhood desire for medicine, because it was authentic to who I had become.
Challenges Along the Way
There were moments of doubt, long nights in studio, and critiques that stung. But architecture taught me resilience. It demanded patience, sacrifice, and humility. Slowly, I came to see these struggles not as obstacles, but as the very process of becoming.
My Calling
Looking back, I no longer regret letting go of medicine. That dream belonged to a younger version of me, but what stayed constant was the desire to serve humanity. Today, I wear no white coat, but I carry sketches, plans, and models that breathe life into spaces. Architecture has become my way of healing—healing communities through design, creating spaces that inspire, protect, and endure.
This is not just a career path; it is my calling. From the quiet moment in Form 2 when I first dared to dream differently, to the long hours in university studios, I have been on a journey of self-discovery, passion, and purpose. And this journey continues—fierce, relentless, and full of possibility.
Thank you,
archalbomk@gmail.com
