Time waves the banner of progress, leading countless travelers to leave their marks upon the clay that I am, shaped without my consent. My father's hand held a wooden stick and beat me without mercy. My first love held a wire tool and cut me with precision. The love I could never reach carved me with a scraper, painstakingly and in every detail. My friends' affection painted me with careful strokes. This is how I became who I am today: not myself, and yet the sum of all the selves others made of me. Tears poured with every round of polishing, gathering into an endless sea. Joy and the future look at me from across the water, but this body of clay can never reach the opposite shore. For more than thirty years, I've waited helplessly on the bank, hoping for a small boat that could take me across, but it has always seemed like a fantasy. Now I've decided to stop waiting and step into this bitter sea, though it may dissolve me. Only those who have the courage to face death deserve a new life. Every destruction is a blessing in disguise, a precious gift meant for the brave.
Premise: Finding yourself through loving and being loved
