We Can all Make it

I know its not a poem, but I thought people would like it.

What have I learned from this semester? What hell can one be put through before they give up? How much pain does it take to push someone over the edge? I have discovered that life is all about the unknown. We come to a point in our lives, not just once but for the rest of time, where we find ourselves at a cross road. We have no maps, no guidance, and no direction at all. Its the path that you choose to take that defines who you are. The unknown scares me, I want something concrete, something I'm sure of, and I have definitely found the place in my life where I am unsure. I have wanted to turn back, run to what I know, but I know I have to keep on moving forward to something much more then the past. It's these tests, these obstacles that help us to find out who we are, where we're going, and why were going there. The person that I am searching for inside myself is at the end of all the hard work. Put me through stress, tear me down, belittle me, or tell me I won't make it. It's the faith in myself, the belief of a better future that keeps me going, not words. If I am to take anything from this past year it's that there's always happiness at the end. Through thunderstorms and hurricanes, through tornadoes and tsunamis I know I will find my sun.