Fighter.

I've been a fighter since birth. I say this considering the fact that I died maybe once or twice before the age of 1...but here I am...living and breathing. Sometimes I wonder how I can maintain such a positive attitude considering all the animosity and challenges I have faced in these past years. I don't think I really know the answer to that question. Then again... I think I do. I think I have found that despite all the fight, and the feeling that the odds are sometimes stacked against me...I always come out on top. I always learn something more about me from the fight. I have learned to become more adventurous because of my fight. For making myself do things that are uncomfortable and outside of my comfort zone... I always pick the fight because I don't believe in walking away from things when they are hard. Then I would always wonder. I've only ever felt like I walked away from one thing...and I did that only because I knew it was the only thing left to do. So, I'm just gonna face it. I'm a fighter. It is what I do. Being a fighter has gotten me everywhere...so where will it be next?