Who have I become? Who can this be? The person looking back in the mirror is no longer me. I have become so hardend by all this pressure and relentless strife. My eyes dont gleam and smile on their own; and my smile isnt the same as it brightly once shown. I couldnt wait to get older, but now it is here. Age is knocking on my door and the time is near.
I will soon leave this place and embark on new life, creating a life all alone; away from my family, my friends and even my home. I have waited for this time and as it draws near, I am frozen in shock with great aprehension and filled with great fear. I plead to God to show me the way. What must I do? What should I say?
Now I am done with the pleading, I am not one to beg. There is only one thing that I can do, and that is live for each day. Take each day for what it is, and never take it for granted for the next one is not promised.