Don't judge me with your measuring stick. A being too strong, too smart as well as too courageous can become an existance of fear. To some people, I am simply an object that they wish to use and remove once I become useless. Then, why do I exist? Why am i alive? When I thought about this, I could find no answer, but as you live, you need a reason. Otherwise it's the same as being dead. Everyone has some kind of important destiny to fufil. Finding what that is..... is the only freedom that god has given us. I don't know if what I am doing is what I want, but if I cannot find my reason to live, the least I could do is to give that hope to others who believed in me.