My homeland has always been a prison to both my soul and my body. At a time when my people are being killed and tortured endlessly, without even being seen as numbers.

I'm finally beginning to learn how to drive a car, and that makes me feel a bit excited again. Even if only for brief moments, it reminds me that I am still alive and capable of feeling joy. My well-being is simple, never complicated. I am a survivor ofa brutal occupation, and I am still in my right mind, determined to live my life no matter what.

It's getting colder here, and life is becoming tougher. The beach is still there, beautiful as always, but I can't enjoy it anymore, no matter how hard I try. I am still unsafe, just as I have always been. Still, I'm doing okay, considering everything that has been done to me.

I am doing okay, but I'm tired of feeling tired.

I'm tired of the misery and the hopelessness.

Everyone experiences pain, but only the sensitive ones carry it deeply within. We are the ones who feel everything, who care endlessly, and who refuse to become unkind or cruel, no matter what the world does to us.

I am, above all, tired of my pain, so I've decided to make peace with it, because fighting it only brings more suffering. For now, I will live with it, but I won't let it pull me any deeper. It will be there anyway, whether I resist or not. That doesn't mean I'm surrendering or pretending the pain doesn't exist. It means I am rising above it, just like my name says: High.

Because we are everything, we will never allow ourselves to be treated as nothing. We must speak highly of ourselves and our resistance, even as we are being erased.

The universe lies deep inside our souls, and we live here, in a prison of time and place; we are the truth that will save everything.