I’ve come to the point in my life at the age of 19, where I am not too sure about what I want to do with my life. My biggest hope is that along my journey, I will not regret to take the road less traveled. I want to stand out and be different, and do things that most individuals would never dare to do. But it seems that the more I think about my life, the more I view myself as a blank slate. But is a blank slate really blank? Every day I am a blank slate; fresh and new, untouched by the markings of the individuals who have the courage to leave their impressions in the form of ideas and opinions. A blank slate might be touched by the markings of different people who use different colors, not thinking about what will be left behind once it is erased. Colors such as red cannot be fully erased, such as the anger and disappointment I have experienced in my life that have never been fully forgotten. It stays with me as the redness on the “blank slate” is still visible, as a new person with a different marker tries to leave their impression on my slate. I have had many people come in and out of my life, affecting me in many ways; positively and negatively. Although the markings might not be fully erased, the board itself can still be used, just as I can still become the person I want to be and accomplish the many tasks I aspire to accomplish, although I am “marked.” I have a twin sister which ultimately results in a competition. Who looks better, who is smarter and overall, who is “better.” But can that even be determined by first glance? Many of times when choosing a blank slate we don’t want the one that has markings or the one who is damaged. We naturally choose the one that looks perfect in our eyes. But I can truly say that I am not perfect, but still worthy of the markings of others.