I was 9 years old when I learned the not-so-easy truth that when you want something, only you could give it to yourself, and no one else could.
Too young for such truth, but yes, at my young age I became my own hero.
Its frustrating to yearn for someone to save you when only you could save yourself. No one else in this world could be more brave enough than yourself. You have to be strong for yourself, brave for yourself, beautiful for yourself. Strength comes from beauty because it mask the flaws.
And now, though I still yearn for someone to save me, I remained the captain of my ship, I remained my own hero in my own way.
