In that moment, every troubling thought I had blew away with the wind just as my accidental red hair did. And that very moment reminded me that I was alive. Alive and well and young and having the ability to do just about anything that I want. To me living sometimes meant barely getting by, or better yet, surviving. But I decided that I was done "surviving". I'll do anything in my power to get as far away as possible from that thin line of death and liveliness. Coming to this conclusion meant no longer infesting my mind with deconstructive thoughts and instead FILL them with ideas and visions, letting them be a tool for me to do exactly what it is that I am called to do. This has allowed me to stop chasing after temporary happiness and to find real, permanent joy. I AM a chosen one.