I have not always known who I am. I used to hide in the shadows of society, unable to move forward. As I have grown throughout the years I have been shaped by the criticism of the world. I have been chiseled by my failures, defined by my successes, and changed by choices. I have grown through my dreams and I have slowly been etched into the person I am today.
I watch the world from a distance. I notice people hiding in the shadows of society, struggling to find the confidence to show the world who they really are. I contemplate the evils of society as I watch it tear apart the few brave souls who come forward and show who they are. I see the pain etched into strangers faces as they lose hope. The hope that society will one day except them. But amidst this dark blanket of hardships, I see a flicker of light whose rays penetrate through the saturated darkness; a beam composed of a new hope.
I know pain and heartbreak, as much as I know that there is joy in life. I know happiness and safety. I find joy in the simple things in life: a summer storm, the smell of rain, a long horseback ride, a sunrise or sunset, the sun hitting my face. I do not fear living, the thought of new adventures everyday astounds me. I believe that everyday brings new chances and choices. I believe that life is supposed to be challenging, and the thought of a challenge excites me.
I think unlike anyone. My thoughts often wander to the vast corners of my imagination. I find myself over-thinking the simplest things, and yet my mind has the capability to easily grasp the most difficult concepts. I have the ability to draw out the smallest memories, and the capacity to retain all I have learned. In many ways I think sporadically, but I am thankful for this difference. I think I am the way I am because I chose to be this way. I was never forced into it, or even given the option. I am me. I have chosen my path, and it defines me. I know who I am, and I would never change that.
I watch the world from a distance. I notice people hiding in the shadows of society, struggling to find the confidence to show the world who they really are. I contemplate the evils of society as I watch it tear apart the few brave souls who come forward and show who they are. I see the pain etched into strangers faces as they lose hope. The hope that society will one day except them. But amidst this dark blanket of hardships, I see a flicker of light whose rays penetrate through the saturated darkness; a beam composed of a new hope.
I know pain and heartbreak, as much as I know that there is joy in life. I know happiness and safety. I find joy in the simple things in life: a summer storm, the smell of rain, a long horseback ride, a sunrise or sunset, the sun hitting my face. I do not fear living, the thought of new adventures everyday astounds me. I believe that everyday brings new chances and choices. I believe that life is supposed to be challenging, and the thought of a challenge excites me.
I think unlike anyone. My thoughts often wander to the vast corners of my imagination. I find myself over-thinking the simplest things, and yet my mind has the capability to easily grasp the most difficult concepts. I have the ability to draw out the smallest memories, and the capacity to retain all I have learned. In many ways I think sporadically, but I am thankful for this difference. I think I am the way I am because I chose to be this way. I was never forced into it, or even given the option. I am me. I have chosen my path, and it defines me. I know who I am, and I would never change that.
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