I was so undeserving.  And yet, you were relentless. I pushed - you pulled.I wept - you embraced. I bled- you repaired. I faltered - you shushed. I stopped - you smiled. I was a disaster, the worst of its kind. And yet, You still had the audacity to let me know that I was beautiful.   ForewordHave you ever experienced what “having the world in the palm of your hands” mean?An abounding amount of a good thing is great; however when you have too much of something pleasant, it becomes unpleasant in a heartbeat.Maybe that’s what happened to me? But, instead of me getting tired of a routine, faith has stopped being kind to me.I assumed it was fair, but one person can only take so much. For 20 years, I was treasured as a gift, the pupil of my parents’ eyes, their pride and joy. To be in the position where everything was a snap of a finger away, what more could I have asked for?It was my mistake. It was my wrong-doing. But I was never given a second chance. Not by my peers, not by society, not even by the parents that gave birth to me, their only child. I lost everything, but despite it all, I gained my world.But that was 5 years ago. Crazy how one moment can change a custom of over 2 decades. I know I have to accept reality. But there is one that makes no sense to me. Because when everyone else was thinking it, he would never admit that I am unworthy.