Isabelle Gerber Ever since I was little, I planned on getting a higher education and creating an impact on the world. I had a motive that pushed me on succeeding in school and getting to my future. I had devoted all my time and energy to my education and hung onto every good grade and high score I got because I believed it would benefit me and my future. My plans for success took a turn for the worst when my two younger brothers were diagnosed with cancer, and I was left with no ambition for any future. I was mentally destroyed watching my two younger brothers suffer day after day while I pretended to play mother to my younger sister. I was forced to sacrifice my social life and the joys of being a teenager to help support my family. I had lost friends when I needed them the most. I had become numb to the world and my only source of comfort was a daily routine of waking up, going to school, completing my homework, and visiting my brothers in the hospital. I didn’t have the ambition to learn like I used to. I didn’t want to attend college. I just went to school, came home, and did it all over again. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was walking through an endless dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I debated if it was selfish of me to even think about myself and my future. What would happen if my brothers got sick again and I was away at college? I had lost so much more than my family but myself. I was drowning in unresolved emotions that eventually turned hazardous to my health. I had created a version of myself that I had no longer recognized. It was only until I picked up that paintbrush that everything started to fall into place. As my life seemed like it was crumbling around me, art was the one thing that I could control. It was my way of communicating when words failed to. It saved my life. I started to paint murals on my bedroom walls and create a multitude of paintings and creations that I could express myself with. I had found my purpose again; I had found my passion. I was ready to re-open the idea of taking on the world and furthering my education. With the excitement and challenges that art provided me, I knew I wanted to pursue an art career. An escape from everyday life, the confidence you get from completing your artwork, art is something personal to me and my motivation for success in this world. Thinking back, without all the hardships, I would not be the person I am today. I would not have found my passion in the art field. From what I’ve seen I know life is short. I want to live my life fully and without regrets.

Ever since I was little, I planned on getting a higher education and creating an impact on the world. I had a motive that pushed me on succeeding in school and getting to my future. I had devoted all my time and energy to my education and hung onto every good grade and high score I got because I believed it would benefit me and my future. My plans for success took a turn for the worst when my two younger brothers were diagnosed with cancer, and I was left with no ambition for any future. I was mentally destroyed watching my two younger brothers suffer day after day while I pretended to play mother to my younger sister. I was forced to sacrifice my social life and the joys of being a teenager to help support my family. I had lost friends when I needed them the most. I had become numb to the world and my only source of comfort was a daily routine of waking up, going to school, completing my homework, and visiting my brothers in the hospital. I didn’t have the ambition to learn like I used to. I didn’t want to attend college. I just went to school, came home, and did it all over again. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was walking through an endless dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I debated if it was selfish of me to even think about myself and my future. What would happen if my brothers got sick again and I was away at college? I had lost so much more than my family but myself. I was drowning in unresolved emotions that eventually turned hazardous to my health. I had created a version of myself that I no longer recognized. It was only until I picked up that paintbrush that everything started to fall into place. As my life seemed like it was crumbling around me, art was the one thing that I could control. It was my way of communicating when words failed to. It saved my life. I started to paint murals on my bedroom walls and create a multitude of paintings and creations that I could express myself with. I had found my purpose again; I had found my passion. I was ready to re-open the idea of taking on the world and furthering my education. With the excitement and challenges that art provided me, I knew I wanted to pursue an art career. An escape from everyday life, the confidence you get from completing your artwork, art is something personal to me and my motive for success in this world. Thinking back, without all the hardships, I would not be the person I am today. I would not have found my passion in art. From what I’ve seen I know life is short. I want to live my life fully and without regrets.

Ever since I was little, I planned on getting a higher education and creating an impact on the world. I had a motive that pushed me on succeeding in school and getting to my future. I had devoted all my time and energy to my education and hung onto every good grade and high score I got because I believed it would benefit me and my future. My plans for success took a turn for the worst when my two younger brothers were diagnosed with cancer, and I was left with no ambition for any future. I was mentally destroyed watching my two younger brothers suffer day after day while I pretended to play mother to my younger sister. I was forced to sacrifice my social life and the joys of being a teenager to help support my family. I had lost friends when I needed them the most. I had become numb to the world and my only source of comfort was a daily routine of waking up, going to school, completing my homework, and visiting my brothers in the hospital. I didn’t have the ambition to learn like I used to. I didn’t want to attend college. I just went to school, came home, and did it all over again. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was walking through an endless dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I debated if it was selfish of me to even think about myself and my future. What would happen if my brothers got sick again and I was away at college? I had lost so much more than my family but myself. I was drowning in unresolved emotions that eventually turned hazardous to my health. I had created a version of myself that I no longer recognized. It was only until I picked up that paintbrush that everything started to fall into place. As my life seemed like it was crumbling around me, art was the one thing that I could control. It was my way of communicating when words failed to. It saved my life. I started to paint murals on my bedroom walls and create a multitude of paintings and creations that I could express myself with. I had found my purpose again; I had found my passion. I was ready to re-open the idea of taking on the world and furthering my education. With the excitement and challenges that art provided me, I knew I wanted to pursue an art career. An escape from everyday life, the confidence you get from completing your artwork, art is something personal to me and my motive for success in this world. Thinking back, without all the hardships, I would not be the person I am today. I would not have found my passion in art. From what I’ve seen I know life is short. I want to live my life fully and without regrets.

Ever since I was little, I planned on getting a higher education and creating an impact on the world. I had a motive that pushed me on succeeding in school and getting to my future. I had devoted all my time and energy to my education and hung onto every good grade and high score I got because I believed it would benefit me and my future. My plans for success took a turn for the worst when my two younger brothers were diagnosed with cancer, and I was left with no ambition for any future. I was mentally destroyed watching my two younger brothers suffer day after day while I pretended to play mother to my younger sister. I was forced to sacrifice my social life and the joys of being a teenager to help support my family. I had lost friends when I needed them the most. I had become numb to the world and my only source of comfort was a daily routine of waking up, going to school, completing my homework, and visiting my brothers in the hospital. I didn’t have the ambition to learn like I used to. I didn’t want to attend college. I just went to school, came home, and did it all over again. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was walking through an endless dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I debated if it was selfish of me to even think about myself and my future. What would happen if my brothers got sick again and I was away at college? I had lost so much more than my family but myself. I was drowning in unresolved emotions that eventually turned hazardous to my health. I had created a version of myself that I no longer recognized. It was only until I picked up that paintbrush that everything started to fall into place. As my life seemed like it was crumbling around me, art was the one thing that I could control. It was my way of communicating when words failed to. It saved my life. I started to paint murals on my bedroom walls and create a multitude of paintings and creations that I could express myself with. I had found my purpose again; I had found my passion. I was ready to re-open the idea of taking on the world and furthering my education. With the excitement and challenges that art provided me, I knew I wanted to pursue an art career. An escape from everyday life, the confidence you get from completing your artwork, art is something personal to me and my motive for success in this world. Thinking back, without all the hardships, I would not be the person I am today. I would not have found my passion in art. From what I’ve seen I know life is short. I want to live my life fully and without regrets.

Ever since I was little, I planned on getting a higher education and creating an impact on the world. I had a motive that pushed me on succeeding in school and getting to my future. I had devoted all my time and energy to my education and hung onto every good grade and high score I got because I believed it would benefit me and my future. My plans for success took a turn for the worst when my two younger brothers were diagnosed with cancer, and I was left with no ambition for any future. I was mentally destroyed watching my two younger brothers suffer day after day while I pretended to play mother to my younger sister. I was forced to sacrifice my social life and the joys of being a teenager to help support my family. I had lost friends when I needed them the most. I had become numb to the world and my only source of comfort was a daily routine of waking up, going to school, completing my homework, and visiting my brothers in the hospital. I didn’t have the ambition to learn like I used to. I didn’t want to attend college. I just went to school, came home, and did it all over again. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was walking through an endless dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I debated if it was selfish of me to even think about myself and my future. What would happen if my brothers got sick again and I was away at college? I had lost so much more than my family but myself. I was drowning in unresolved emotions that eventually turned hazardous to my health. I had created a version of myself that I no longer recognized. It was only until I picked up that paintbrush that everything started to fall into place. As my life seemed like it was crumbling around me, art was the one thing that I could control. It was my way of communicating when words failed to. It saved my life. I started to paint murals on my bedroom walls and create a multitude of paintings and creations that I could express myself with. I had found my purpose again; I had found my passion. I was ready to re-open the idea of taking on the world and furthering my education. With the excitement and challenges that art provided me, I knew I wanted to pursue an art career. An escape from everyday life, the confidence you get from completing your artwork, art is something personal to me and my motive for success in this world. Thinking back, without all the hardships, I would not be the person I am today. I would not have found my passion in art. From what I’ve seen I know life is short. I want to live my life fully and without regrets.

Ever since I was little, I planned on getting a higher education and creating an impact on the world. I had a motive that pushed me on succeeding in school and getting to my future. I had devoted all my time and energy to my education and hung onto every good grade and high score I got because I believed it would benefit me and my future. My plans for success took a turn for the worst when my two younger brothers were diagnosed with cancer, and I was left with no ambition for any future. I was mentally destroyed watching my two younger brothers suffer day after day while I pretended to play mother to my younger sister. I was forced to sacrifice my social life and the joys of being a teenager to help support my family. I had lost friends when I needed them the most. I had become numb to the world and my only source of comfort was a daily routine of waking up, going to school, completing my homework, and visiting my brothers in the hospital. I didn’t have the ambition to learn like I used to. I didn’t want to attend college. I just went to school, came home, and did it all over again. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was walking through an endless dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I debated if it was selfish of me to even think about myself and my future. What would happen if my brothers got sick again and I was away at college? I had lost so much more than my family but myself. I was drowning in unresolved emotions that eventually turned hazardous to my health. I had created a version of myself that I no longer recognized. It was only until I picked up that paintbrush that everything started to fall into place. As my life seemed like it was crumbling around me, art was the one thing that I could control. It was my way of communicating when words failed to. It saved my life. I started to paint murals on my bedroom walls and create a multitude of paintings and creations that I could express myself with. I had found my purpose again; I had found my passion. I was ready to re-open the idea of taking on the world and furthering my education. With the excitement and challenges that art provided me, I knew I wanted to pursue an art career. An escape from everyday life, the confidence you get from completing your artwork, art is something personal to me and my motive for success in this world. Thinking back, without all the hardships, I would not be the person I am today. I would not have found my passion in art. From what I’ve seen I know life is short. I want to live my life fully and without regrets.

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