Find me down the garden path, in a world far removed from the one handed to me. I have long since grown weary of this so-called gift—call it vanity or greed, but fulfillment has never taken root here. So I have resolved to leave. I will step quietly into this new world, unseen by those who were never meant to see. In my garden I will find solace, day after day, until the time comes for me to part from everything. My only hope is that, in death, I may truthfully say I was content with the garden I cultivated using only the tools God placed in my hands—a garden far greater than the hollow world that once tried to convince me I belonged to it.