When I was growing up I had this illusion, life would be simple and relatively straight forward.
The years went by and with every year cam a new set of complications and expectations.

It was then I started to realise life is hard and sometimes out of our control.

I had such high hopes for myself but now I can’t help but wonder, maybe I grew up in a bubble of hope and dreams.

At the risk of sounding a little over ambitious I always thought I would make a difference to the world. For me it was never about money or financial wealth but more spiritual wealth and selflessness.

My thoughts and dreams from when I was a child still stay with me now, however over time I have begun to lose sight of them.

Today I am fighting for what I believe in; me.