I am many things:
a feminist, an activist, a straight-A student, an aspiring actress, a talented employee.
These are the things that I label as part of me.
These things, while very much so me, can sometimes seem so hard to achieve.
The person I am, and will continue to be, would be nothing without determination, motivation and concentration.
Without determination I would’ve let brash men ruin my dreams, tug at my tears and silence my screams.
Without motivation I would’ve let other peoples’ problems stay their own, instead of letting them be accepted, valid and known.
Without concentration I would’ve lost hope in the endless mess of my brain, bringing down that shiny 4.0 GPA.
I can live without food, water and faith. But survival without determination, motivation and concentration seems like a waste. Is it truly living if you don’t feel alive? I am not living unless I project the girl on the inside.