I was 9 when my teacher asked "What is your aspiration in life?" Tossed into my world of fantasy "To be a renowned pediatrician", I replied with all naivety and innocence. I was just a little girl, happy and enthusiastic One who had the world at her feet, or felt so One who thought life was a bed of roses and believed in fairy tales But then I grew up and my world fall apart The thorns on my roses pierced into my sanity Reality hit so hard, turning me radioactive My daydreams bled into nightmares clotted with mood swings teary nights of insomnia and cycles of sorrowful laughter Praying fervently to my God hoping for a miracle as I watch my father’s health deteriorate and my family wallow in debts Simultaneously, I questioned my faith. My soul became broken, my skin foreign and depression became my solitude With each passing day I feel my fire burn out The Sirius has fallen from the skies. Well, enough of these sad tales Guess what? I'll be 20 in a few weeks And today, I ponder on my teacher's question "What is my aspiration in life?" Tired, depressed and unaccomplished the picture is clearer and more than ever my aspiration in life is To be happy.