I looked out into the open seas, they were blue and calm. They seemed to be soothing my troubled soul. I looked down at my computer, a list of unread emails awaited me.
Many people thought I was too young to know what to do with my life. Too young to be so ambitious. Many teens my age were out smoking, drinking, and sleeping around. Not me.
I had my whole life in front of me. I knew what I wanted to do with it and I was eager to begin. If only time wouldn't drag on like a snail on salt. I looked at my computer tabs and sighed.
Work, work, and more work. I was 14 years old, maybe I was too ambitious. My mom told me to stay focused on the present.
My dad doesn't give a jack about where I go as long as I get out of the house. My baby brother was too wound up in his nursery rhymes to even know or think about who I am.
My older brother was at college and my older sister didn't even care about me. I wanted to go places and see things. I wanted to get away.
I've always dreamed of going to Australia. As Andre Benjamin put it, "Australia is about as far away as you can get. I like that." Oh boy, I liked it too.
It recently dawned on me that maybe I could get there if I worked my butt off. Maybe I could go to college in Australia. Yes, I would do just that.
When I told my family of my dream, they laughed and shrugged it off. They would tease me about it and tell my close-knit relatives and they would laugh too.
I simply gritted my teeth, held back my anger, and knew better days were coming. I wanted to move to Australia and I still do.
I won't let anything hold me back and this is my future, my life, and into these hands, I shall take it!
As Andre Forrest put it, "Australia has always encouraged the little bloke to have a go, the Aussie battler to get up." I am the little bloke. I am the Aussie battler.