In my life's busy novel personal achievements became the author and I just became the ink; doing what I thought was my purpose but instead was only what I was instructed to do.
Up until the tenth grade my life had been lived for other people. Everything I achieved was for the validation of my mother and remembrance of my brother. In a time when most of my friends were concerned with aesthetics and weekends I was all about achievements and weekdays. I had no idea who I was and I subsequently began exploring my identity. Two years passed and I attended the Global Young Leaders Conference in the USA. I had always envisioned of some day inhaling the same air as 'first world' citizens and leaders in hopes that it would somehow make me a better version of myself. However, during this unparalleled journey I came to the realization that