My father used to say sometimes when we fall, It's impossible to get back up,because we look at the progress we've made and all the battles we've fought to get up there and we just know the best thing to do is walk away and build another dream from the pieces of the shattered one.

I'm not known for being a quitter but these past few days has really got me thinking if it's indeed time to move on. For someone whose entire life has been shaped and tailored by her parents, I'd say i'd done a pretty good job of living someone else's dream. This is why I'm currently staring at an empty apartment filled with moving boxes. If it were any other day, I'd have a sinking feeling in my heart and of course uncertainty. I've never known how to deal with being out of my comfort zone. But with the life i'm living, I guess I can't really say if i'm living, I guess I can't really say if i know what my comfort zone truly is. This is why i'm leaving everything I've come to know and live for as a child and move on to whatever it is life throws at me.

My father would call me stupid and reckless and my mother would stand in a corner of the room crying silently and then afterwards, drown her unsaid words and feelings in a bottle or three of her favorite wine. But that doesn't break my heart anymore. I had come to realize at an age where most kids are either on a trip to Disneyland or having a fun baking sessions with their moms, that i had myself and myself alone. Well except for my brother Robin.

When you learned to live by yourself for as long as i have, then you'd understand why i'm giving it all up for a chance at freedom. And if it meant losing every thing, then i was ready for it or maybe i'm not. I'm not sure which it is at the moment. But then again what's the point of living if you're not living?.

Everyone deserves a chance at true happiness and i'd be damned if i didn't grab the opportunity for mine with both hands.