I am here to exist? I have no reason to do as I am. I should find my purpose to be, to breathe. Although it seems as if everyone around me has figured themselves out.Then there is me, standing here, flickering, and hesitating.My hope will not bring me much of anything, other than waiting.It seems that I get to choose my part in the world, to search about. My mom says to me, "go to school and do your best."School proves to be routine, it's a tedious challenge for years on end.Even though it's boring, I'll put in my effort and protest.I want to give up, I feel alone and burned out.School keeps going, time keeps moving, I want to rest.Tired. Almost snuffed out, why do I bother to even try anymore? Then I remember nights of tears and a missing family photo.I remember the lack of toys and friends that couldn't fill my childhood.A brother who wasn't born normal and functioning like me.Even if he was older, he made me grow up to take care of him.Disabled and foreign, but he is still part of my burned up family.Even if he can't hold a conversation or understand how to play with me.But if my mother can love him no matter what, I will too.She says again, "go to school and do your best, be successful." It's not a request this time, but a warm plea to make something of myself.She's weary from years of her work and little pay.So I have a family to work for and I intend to light up on her behalf.I have my future to aspire for and opportunities that she didn't have. Grades are kept sharp like my mind.I see my brother, limited by himself.He doesn't get the choice, like me.I want to help him get better. Then my mother says, "go to school and do your best to be a doctor."Being a doctor meant helping with pain and comforting others.To feel the heat of aspiration and wanting to be something.This sparked my journey to kindle the fires of success for me and my family.And it will keep burning until I can see them in comfort.