My Way

Many years ago, there was a mother and father who was looking forward to the birth of something unique, something that is a representation of their love, when some time on the month of October in the year 1990, a child that was born. On a particular day, that was my first time looking into their eyes.

Over the years, they wished for me to grow up healthily, for me to grow up into someone who is able to stand independently, not needing to rely on anyone because I will be able to work out what I want and need to do in life. One day, I will grow up to someone who they will feel proud of, someone who is able to achieve so much more than they could ever achieve with their lives combined.

Like many, when they see their baby getting injured by falling over and distressed, they will do their best to comfort me, to constantly encourage me to stand back up and face whats put me down as everyone must learn to face their own difficulties when it happens. Looking back at my parents, I see that the years have passed, as I want to grow up so quickly myself I also noticed they are slowly slowing down and ageing. They are still as energetic but over the years of hard work, they manage to have someone who is well, and learning to face adult life. As I begin to walk faster they are beginning to walk slower. I stand taller and they are beginning to be the opposite.

This is my 23rd year of being alive. I am really thankful to be given the opportunities to never to worry. I've fallen a lot, as I grew up. But the door was always open and the light was always lit for my return to recover. But growing up, means tackling and handling it independently. Why share your thoughts and be a burden? I've fought and searched and found a way of how I want my own light to be shown. Maybe by the time I am 24, many things will be different.

Hins Cheung has written a song called "My Way" (http://youtu.be/J_rVAM7qFp4), I liked a particular part of the lyrics because it is something simple.

"I will find my way, I want a different way, after the wind and rain, there'll be a brand new day."

But I just wonder, when the brand new day arrives, will I be alone? or will there be something there waiting for me?