I wasn't born as the next Maya Angelou nor the doppelganger of Lang Leav on papers. I wasn't nurtured to be the Jane Austen of this era. I went to school with people expecting me to be the one who'll find the cure for AIDS or maybe the people behind the next world's tallest building. I graduated high school with a ticket to go somewhere out of my country with four seasons.

But, why do I end up here?

Because of passion.

Passion isn't born together with us. Passion isn't something nu

rtured by your family. Passion isn't a subject that you will learn at school. Passion isn't included on an examination result slip.

So, how can you have such big passion?

Because of experience.

We were born to this world to face so many experiences. Growing up gives you lots of experiences where you discover new things, where you learn from mistakes, where you meet and leave people, where you are influenced by everything around you. You go to school to learn things from the syllabus and so much more out of it. You can go anywhere you want to be no matter what your examination result is.

Along the journey, all the things you see, you learn, you do, you feel, will develop something small inside your heart. Once you feel it, it will grow.

You control the development of it. Either you will keep it growing or you will put it to a halt, it's up to you. You are the one who can release that small thing inside your heart out to the world for everyone to see.

This small thing makes you you.

This small thing makes you dream.

This small thing makes you fight.

This small thing called passion.