It took me a whole night of thinking to realize that, in our lives, we have choices. Every state we reach is a result of a choice we make; of an opportunity we either seize or let go of. And looking back at the almost 24 years of my life, it seems that all the choices I have made were wrong. The older I get and the wiser I think I am, the more I depend on emotions in making my decisions. Everytime I get to this stage I sit down and think; yes, I think really hard, and I always promise myself that next time I would put a lot more rationale into my actions. Yet, when I get the chance to fix my life I always end up acting like the 15-year-old girl I was once; the girl who had just left home for college and was set free for the first time in her life. Just the other day I had reached the mountain top for the very first time; I had reached the stage where I had actually gotten over my fears and was able to stand up on my own and prove my independence to the whole world. I knew I was making