I’ve always felt like a pebble in the sea. Pushed and pulled in every direction against my will. Never feeling in the right place at the right time. Never asking myself if this is what I want for me. Scared of disappointing every wave assisting my movement. I was one in a million. So wrapped up in a hardened protective shell That I my growth was stunted. More concerned about the expectations of those outside of me. The moment I chose to breathe in the air that I created for myself Was the moment I felt life for myself. Living in a world where only my actions would affect my future I took the pebble into my hands. A bird came by, took it in its beak, and flew with it. Letting the pebble see the world for itself.