' this is a story i've been waiting to tell .

I am 17 , naive . curious , and vibrant . young , and vulnerable . i have the world at my feet , my heart on my sleeve , in motion , and ready ; to take on blind spots , expose them , and defeat .

but rarely is that the case . my words are promising , but they are just : words . in the end , they are weightless , leaving me in a journey without a purpose , to a destination without directions .

it makes me want to go back , to the starting line -

" Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference "

- but i don't stop . i won't and i can't .

so i drive forward , push ahead , and like a possessed child , i tear through brick walls and continue to , even if my skin can't take it . even if my bones are yelling . i shove through , directionless , but i don't care . i shove through , to go where i don't know , discover what i might , and explore what i know . '

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throughout my life , i've always planned ahead . i knew where i was but more importantly , i knew where i was going . and when things didn't work out , i was taken aback - no one warned me this could happen . i never anticipated handicaps in my plans , and definitely never would have . but for once , it did . and then again and again they kept coming at me .

this was when i felt a sudden turn in my life , when i felt how difficult and unfair it was . but it also became more interesting , and pedagogic . i learnt so much , and the beauty of it is that : i'll never stop . it'll never stop .

i don't know where i'm going , and where the road will lead me . but i have a destination , and a goal in sight - so however astray i am , i am always where i'm going .

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