This sore is my strength...

When I found out what really happened between my parents, it was a bitter reality to accept. My parents separated when I was two years old. With the messy state of my parents, I was entrusted to my father's sister. I would cry and lament my sorrow with no desire to get up and be excited. Over time, as I grew up, I slowly realized that I should not waste my life. I had to be an independent girl. I started looking for money for the cost of my living as a karate athlete. My days I was just contented with school and practicing karate because it was my goal to win and earn money to meet my needs. Tears, blood and sweat became my friends; they were silent witnesses to my journey to find happiness. I missed my youth, my days were growing cold. I wanted to prove to everyone that my parents could not stop my spirit from seeking to obtain happiness. Six years later, I was able to get the results of my labor into karate. The seventh year, I felt that happiness was false. I could be happy because I had money in abundance, but still I was out of happiness most of the time. I now realize that happiness cannot be measured by how much money we have, but in being thankful of all that God has given us. Life is a learning process, learning to accept, understand, and correct. Pain in my life is the most expensive lesson that I got. Divorced parents and how I spent my youth, is the process by which I turned into a woman who thinks positively and maturely. Because of the difficulties, there is now ease, behind the sadness there is joy and extreme beauty, and I'm sure, tomorrow is a wonderful future for me. God never sleeps, he knows what I want.