Sometimes I hate my life, and for good reason. I listen to my dad say, "Kaya, your going to Stanford one day to be a doctor!" But I don't wanna do that. I've got lots of passions for different things. Snowboarding, music, sports. Snowboarding I've always enjoyed. I didn't think I'd ever want to do it, you know, as something more than a passion. But, after watching Men's halfpipe in the Olympics, I fell in love with it. Iouri podladtchikov is a big influence on me. His optimism is beautiful. His eyes light up with happiness. He has an incredible ability to make my heart so very happy. I don't want him to change anything about him. I love him. He's rare; very rare. Like a fine jewel, among many others with a special glow that caught my poor eyes. He's rare, like a sunset with colors and patterns that align in a way I'll never understand. He's like an addiction; something I long for when I am sad or lonely. He's like a strong bonfire, with gorgeous flames that crackle and burn and shine. He's like the planet Venus, shining bright throughout the day. He's like the greatest person to ever live in my eyes; I have a love for him no one can deny. He's like a wolf, powerful, strong, and a creature of beauty. He's like snow, beautiful, strange, yet captivating, but can be dangerous. He's like my favorite song; something I'll listen to, and adore. He's a man unlike any person I've ever loved. I don't regret anything. He keeps me motivated, and if only he could read this. I pour my heart out in something that allows me to express who I am. And a big part of me falls in love with certain people and things, like Iouri podladtchikov. I respect him so much, and.... I want to be like him one day. Shaun? Amazing is just ONE of the many words I could use to describe him. I don't wanna be a doctor. I wanna be an Olympic athlete. Women's snowboarder, oh I can see it now. But, I'll wait patiently for my moment to come. That beautiful moment that I use to keep me going. I will not die in vain one day. I'll live my life as God intended me to. Nothing can stop me from dreaming; not my angry father, not my worrisome mother, not my unbelieving sister; I will continue to push to accomplish my dream; I don't care what my father wants me to be. I want to be something great. And watch me. Cause I will.