A ribbon’s made up of many threads. Tiny threads that fit together easily, a perfect fit. No matter how hard it’s being pulled, those tiny threads will never come apart; they will never lose their grasp on each other. A ribbon’s threads flow together as one, always entwined as a whole, constantly in the same rhythm. But then again, it’s not perfect. Maybe I’m not perfect. I make mistakes, I fall, and there’s always going to be that one obstacle that’s in my way that I have to overcome and pull through. Like a ribbon’s ends unraveling, my life may start to unravel too, I may start to fall behind or break down but I get back up and find myself again. Like a ribbon’s strength, I’m strong minded. I’m determined to achieve my goals and work hard in everything that I come across in life. A ribbons strands make up of who I am for I’m intertwined with my experiences, my memories, and my character traits, all adding up to who I am today. No matter how insignificant a mere thread in a ribbon may seem, every single strand makes up every tiny detail and quality in me. My ribbon lies on a road, my road, my road that is slowly being built while I continue to learn more and grow. My road may curve at points or build bridges over obstacles but my ribbon will always guide itself along the road. It will continue to weave my life into it, thread by thread, making up every part of me.