I sit on the beach overlooking the sea of selfish people that pile into the paranoia waiting eagerly for the commencement ceremonies of hopeful triumphs. Packing my bags in preparation for dismissal of this life, I listen to my iPod where I find the expulsion of emotion through music, intriguing and inspiring to my own emotions. The variety of songs that I have on my iPod are capable of explaining parts of me that I could never express for myself. Watching the insanity of the world unfold around me, I calmly await the arrival of my ship and battalion to finally embark on my voyage. On my phone, I find various messages and calls of people trying to get in touch with me before I depart on this mission. With nostalgia consuming my mind, I rediscover photos that I long ago took with friends that I long ago lost. The memories that have attached themselves to the photos put a strain on my brain as I try to remember what I sought to forget. My phone shows a part of me that most people don’t and won’t see. It carries the information of my personal life as well as the stories of everyone else’s life that has a part in mine. With just the flitter of a finger, I can filter out any information I please. I can see practically anything I wish to see. I am in command and there are no restraints. As I contemplate all of this information, I forget that I am about to embark on a journey in which I have the power to control my life and do exactly what I want. Even if I didn’t want to fight this battle, I have to now and I have been trained to make the most of all my situations. When I look at my photos, I can reevaluate who I am. The battles that I have been pushed to overcome thus far, The struggles that I will continue to be burdened by, and the support that has been given to me will forever define who I am. The pictures of me capture every essence of my being and the ones that I myself take show the world around me as I perceive it. When I look at the pictures, I can only see what I see. I let others show me what else there is to see and I learn that there is more to the picture and more to be retrieved than what I had originally perceived. The pictures we choose to take say a lot about our character, the music we choose to listen to says a lot about our souls, the emotions we feel says a lot about our mind, and what we do makes us all the more in control. Having the strength and capability of doing what I want how I please.