I was doing some contemplation one day when I realized I had a lot of my parents’ qualities I despised. I had a pessimistic outlook in life, I came up with every possible excuse not to go after the things I craved in life, and I began to notice the bitterness that comes with being unhappy and discontented clouding my aspirations. I was so consumed by my dislike of these qualities I didn't realize I began to internalize and emulate them. I was the mirror image of what I detested and I couldn't accept what I was reflecting. It became necessary to cast my gaze inward.

I couldn't imagine living an unfulfilled, unsatisfying life carefully glossed and glazed with an heir of contentment to unsuspecting eyes. I didn't want to be one of those people who just accepted the hand life dealt them, ready to fold. I didn't want to live a life that wasn't good enough, accepting things as they are, or what I perceived them to be, as it slowly drains my essence. The first step to living the life you want is claiming the one you have with all its imperfections in order to make a change. If I didn't accept that I had these qualities I disliked I wouldn't be doing anything to better myself as a person. I chose to follow my own unbeaten path because the one set out for me would lead to destruction of dreams and despair. I prefer choice and effort to inheritance because the outcome is something I can truly call my own. You don’t acquire wisdom and priceless experience from something that is handed to you. Needless to say I decided I didn’t want to be like me parents.

small rainbow notepad
to write down my thoughts and prevent young senility from devouring them

a pen
to write in the notepad of course, I can't write with my fingers

bottle of water
to keep me hydrated, I get a little parched, and keep everything flowing smoothly

now let me clear my throat

my wallet
I'm not sure, there's not cash in it

lip moisturizer
a chapped smile with cracked lips will not make a good impression on anyone