I craved for that realization more than anything. I have always felt so lost in this gigantic world. Life was too complicated, amazing, interesting, and so many other words to be described or to be understood. I longed for that feeling of belonging, the feeling of knowing who I am and what I wanted to do with my life. I spent twenty-three entire years of my life living for other people, never for myself. I was much like a robot who was forced to obey everyone's commands. I was fed up with life as some might call it, but as others would say, I was that lost boy who was craving nothing more than the love of someone special. My only identity was my passion. That one passion, which made me live each day in bliss. My passion of writing and no one could take that away from me. But so far, I have always been given an expectation and I had to live up to it.