There are three questions in philosophy. Who am I? Where I come from, where I will go ?
No one knew how strong I was inside until I saw my mysterious true identity.
I am the equivalent of a man who has 'died' three times.The first time in China, the second time in the Philippines, and the third time in Canada.
The 'Death'does not mean the destruction of the body, but the rebirth of the soul, and each time it will make me stronger.It's like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Put on one of my favorite poems..
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To *where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference