Sometimes in the wind of change, we find our true direction. That's the beginning. It's the spark in your life, you choose which road you'll go, what corner to turn, and when you'll suddenly hit the brakes. Cuts, scrapes, scabs, dents, rips, burns, it's all life. You'll be worn out before you hit your breaks and take a long nap. It'll be like that spark, in the beginning, turned on you out of nowhere and created a collision, a crash. That's my definition of life. For years, I've been trying to figure out what corner to turn. I was so caught up in my life I forgot to keep planning the feature so things just happened without a plan. I tried to plan but I couldn't because whenever I did I just caught my breath in my throat- like I was in deplorable condition because everyone looked at me like I was distinct from the others. Like I was beyond their species and inhuman. I never fitted in, not in school, not in the public itself, not even the internet. I found my true direction later in life, my career.