Who am I?

Who am I?  I am that plant that struggles to grow, that feeds on the soil to sustain its life, hoping for the rains to shower so I could drink. I find my way to surface my face for the world to see, it never easy for I always have competitions around me, yet I never give up for I stand on the strength of my mistakes, I grow taller each day. Feeling the warmth from the sun each morning as darkness fades, life is like day and night; both can't exist without the other(trials and tribulations).   I spread my roots out to search for the nutrients I need, for with life everything is possible.  Who am I? I am like the flames, with just a spark I can spread out and occupy territories, the more I grow, the more unstoppable I become. The more they try to stop, the more insidious I become, being annexed to greatness. They try to denigrate me, but I grow because every obstacle is motivation. Greater strength comes from within, were made to be so much more. I am well built, and part of something greater ( the power of the pen). Never give up every pain might be a blessing in disguise. In the words of **Bruce Lee**, "empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — **like water**. Now you put **water** in a **cup**, and it becomes the **cup**; You put **water** into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot". Always be ready for a change. Always remember that you stand on the shoulders of your mistakes, never give up. you are that plant spread green, be that flame ( spark to greatness)