In fear of sounding awfully cliched; I often feel like a free spirit caged by life's jail bars and suffocated by the everyday ups and downs brought by the situations I have submerged myself in. I just feel as if I am desperately trying to find life experience, but not actually living all that much. I often find myself staring into the darkness of my white ceiling at 2am wondering "What the hell am I doing?" I'm sixteen years old, hell most people my age have no clue what they're doing; but that gives me no ounce of solace- to me that is no excuse to be feeling like this. I don't strive to be on par with my peers, nor do I strive to be seen as something better. I strive to live a life in which I know I am truly living. Life is such a fragile thing all made up of ones perspective. Its to be embraced and taken on with full force. I don't want to be finding myself ten years down lying in my bed with someone who doesn't light a fire within me, wandering through life waiting for my next pay check, looking at a new white ceiling still thinking "What the hell am I doing?" I'm so much more that that, I have so much more planned for myself. I don't want to look back at my life and only see wasted time and opportunities. I want to live, feel, explore, have my eyes wide open and take in the world. I've had my eyes shut for so long now and I've finally realised that there is a whole new side to everything if you simply open your eyes.