I am made of flesh and bone and blood, and I am hard and squishy. My heart beats with the steady rhythm of the life I have made for myself, my own unique melody. I leave dusty footprints behind me as I walk forward on strong, capable legs. My open eyes see possibility, and I do not turn my head to look back. I am a builder of better things, a creator, a singer of my own song. I am always changing, learning, growing; I am not the same person I was five years ago, five seconds ago. I have been recreated, regenerated.