I stand in a clearing, I can smell the cold, damp dirt beneath my feet. Surrounding me is a circle of trees, as if they were protecting me. The sun warms my back as it peeks over the hills. On a log to my right, are two squirrels chasing each other. The birds chirp, but stay hidden. Up ahead are an assortment of bushes. Berries and flowers cover them head to toe. The ground is hidden by a blanket of pine needles. Dew drops cover the leaves, as if they were placed there for a reason. The air smells of pine and freshly fallen rain. I need to leave but the thicket acts as a restraint holding me back from the unknown. I push with all my might to get through the bushes arms and land on the freezing ground with a thud. As I walk I come upon a pond. It is filled with dragonflies and frogs, the birds stop by the edge to get a cool drink. I hop from rock to rock taking in my surroundings as I cross the pond. I reach the other side and come to a realization that my journey is not over yet. Towering over me like a giant is a wall, a brick wall. There is absolutely no way around this wall, it is solid brick. I pound it with my fists until my knuckles are bleeding. I lay on the ground teary-eyed and tired. I have come so far to reach...... nothing. Then a sense of calmness rushes over me. I stand up, as if on command, and close my eyes. I bring forth all the bad, mean, hateful, horrible, sad, and negative thoughts that I have. I am only left with power. And with that, I walk though the wall and reach the other side. I realize that this is a symbol of my life. The journey contains the obstacles and the hardships, but the hardest is the end. By then you have so much hatred within you that you have to let it all go before you can make it to the best part, the end.