Two decades ago,
following God’s will, I was given birth to the world. I was delivered to a
family where happiness runs down like water, a place which was regard as the
Garden of Eden. It qualified me a unique personality differs from all the
others in the sea of infinity.
Twenty years seems
to be a long journey, especially for a small creature that has his growth
seconds by seconds. Fortunately, the mighty God sent me guardian angles to help
me form my own character by the aging process. As God’s will, as my parents’
wish, with the scars scratched by time I have learned how to be a man, brave
but careful, confident but modest, gentle but determined, do what we are able
to compromise but always let some of my decisions be based on instincts. And be
the person that I determined to be having others’ words in consideration but never
let them cripple my own thoughts.
Twenty years
later, I, as an independent girl shouldering my own future, left the cozy
harbor where I have ever got my shelter from rains and storms stepping into
college where I spent four years. Some one has ever said college is a
fore-society.
As it says, I was
trained to face the world as a mature woman. I was trained to face the cruelty
of the actual world. I was trained to desert all the qualities that belong to
the younger who still have their faith in their Garden of Eden, still do
believe the ideal societies in their true hearts.
Have I already
finished the transition? Certainly not! That is not what I am going to pursue. That
is not what I destined to fulfill. That is not a girl who strongly believe her own
extraordinary capacity would do. Fate needs days and years to carve, but that
does not mean you can not be who you are.
