Genetics. It was genetics all along that impeded me from achieving whatever I wanted. It was my lack of looks, short height or extra brain power. All of these things lay outside my realm of control -- how foolish I was for thinking that I could change anything. But now when I look back, I can see that the truth was staring me in the face all along. I don't know how I feel. The question " what now?" pops in my head frequently; I am at a crossroads, and I don't know which path to follow. The immortal question "to be or not to be" finally makes sense. To die or not to die, that's the questioned imposed by life.
