I’m not perfect, nor do I strive for perfection. I strive to be myself, to be someone I can be proud of. The line between good and bad has been blurred, but I hold onto the beliefs that I’ve grown up with, the beliefs that have shaped me to this day. I may choose to make the wrong decisions, but I’ve learned not to regret them. I’ve learned that my decisions, good or bad, has shaped me into the person I am today. I know I’m not a bad person, and as long as I know this, even when other people may judge me over a single action, I can keep my sanity and remain optimistic and carefree.