The world is full of surprises. Every turn I take holds a different experience, some breathtaking in the most uplifting way, some disappointing. As I have matured, I have come to realize that people put a toll on me. I have a certain distaste for insincere people, and with that, I have found it hard to open myself up. Like the world, people are full of surprises, full of disappointment. I have been pressured to follow the crowd. I have been critiqued for acting differently, but were we not taught to be original? I think one of the biggest problems we have as a society is that we fail to realize that being original is an accomplishing attribute in itself.