I miss the younger, wilder and fiercer girl that I was but I'm not her anymore. This is me---cautious, wanderlusting, and complicated lady-in-the-making. If I cannot accept who I am today, then who will I be in the future? Nothing, like the dust freely-flowing in the wind. Nothing, like a puppet strung around by the society. Nothing, but a non-existent space invisible to the eye. I don't want to become a nothing.
I certainly won't be a nothing. I want to be somebody. I will be somebody. I may not fully know who I am today, but world, you'll see.
I refuse to become a victim of my own cowardice. I will be me.
