I was once a helpless, hopeless young girl some years ago who when days and months passed, became a strong and inspiring lady who is not afraid to fly. I have come to learn and realize who I am through experiencing life’s struggles. I understand what promises are when they are broken and I understand what return is when something is not replaced. I understand what support is when others desire to leave and not reminisce. I do not hold as much hope as others for I have not seen the worst in separation, lies and violence. However, I do hold much faith and dedication to others for it is difficult to let and see my loved ones go. Even though the other’s departure tremendously affects me, I dare not to repeat their actions and I attempt to grasp the hint of light that is left. I frequently get lost in my thoughts and in my dreams only to wake to reality where my wandering continues. Repeatedly questioning, “Is there more obstacles to overcome?” and regularly pondering about how the impact of life can change me. Life merely changes one’s attitude and action from events that occurred in a time of need. I am a ship that is away from the port, away from safety and on an adventure, but is only capable of searching and not finding. But one day, I did accomplish the voyage of excitement and danger for I continue to persevere and follow through. I have a heart that is cluttered with the infinite of words and mind that is littered by moments and memories that are constantly threatened to be removed but will never be possible. I strongly believe that life is full of fights and surrenders; if one lacks the two, one may never understand the true meaning of living. Finally, I have been stained by life’s love and life’s dread but I still manage to recognize the purpose and reason that people are given such a wonderful opportunity called life.