There came a point in my life where the world was forever changed in my eyes, As a child, I struggled to see our differences. Imagine walking up the steps of the 102 floors in the Empire State Building on a scorching summer day, having to stop to take long breaths and finding it hard to breathe, While others easily take the elevator and don’t break a sweat. This concept baffled me, like an author with writer’s block, They don’t know what to write next as I don’t know how to move forward with this new information. Suddenly, I began to wonder if my friends knew what I knew And if they knew, do they look at me differently because of our differences? This changed my perspective on the “perfect” world that I thought I was living in. What really makes us so different though? Is it our intelligence? Or is it our skin tone? Is it our history? Or is it just a general society belief? As I got older, people began to openly make me aware of our differences. The harsh, cruel words I received aggravated me, but I would not let them see my weaknesses. I am aware of what makes us different now, but I refuse to let that change who I am. Although my differences can be seen as a bad factor to some, I see them as something great, An opportunity to glow, shine, and be the best version of myself.