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Oh I have been through it! I'll tell you that through things and circumstances that no one wants themselves to be in, myself included. But all that failure, frustration really did is to bring me closer to where I'm right now and that is in front of all you guys giving this speech feeling like the sky is about to fall off and I'm the only one who knows how to Stop it. 

I've become something my past regrets, my present envies and my future desires.. I've become the very thing I admired and it didn't happen without breaking me I fought it because we fight change, transformation scared that we will lose ourselves, what we know we protect that but through losing and learning this life continues growing, evolving you resist change, you resist growth. 

And I don't judge you for that because I too resisted very strongly faught for long and was brutally defeated, devasted remembering myself at that stage I felt like a failure but I wasn't ready to fail, I wanted to fight so I did and I failed again it was like a wall in front of me that wouldn't go down no matter what I do.. 

I grew tired so I sat beside the wall thinking what to do? How to climb that wall I was defeated but my mind wasn't that ever evolving, sophisticated individual was in no position to give up but it was tiring listening to him so for a moment I sat focusing on something else, someone else and all I could hear against that wall was a heartbeat calm and equally annoyed with me, I was bored afterall behind that wall, so I listened to him. 

He guided me to draw on the wall and we sat there drawing covering my cell in art heaven mind was set on winning, heart didn't mind losing so we created sketches, carvings, designs of my insights days passed by and my carvings grew deeper now the wall was full of art.. 


And then there came a time, I could see an outline like someone passing by, soon I could see more shadows on the wall, footsteps echoing and one day there was a knock as if asking if someone is behind that wall, I answered by then I was a changed person mind was quieter, heart more vibrant and when they meet that person they were quick to call attention, I earned a name, everyone moths to my flames and they asked me to explain well here it is, simple truth misfortune were my roots.

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