For years of my life I was used as a tool of destruction. As I drifted farther and farther from decency I found myself closer and closer to death. At the pinnacle of my transformation I found myself balancing on a blades edge. One side was darkness and the other is who I am today. It was at this junction of life and death I sat on my brother in arms’ lifeless corpse, while enemies fell around me by the dozens. In the midst of the bloodshed I took a second to gather my thoughts and settle my trembling hands. The event that transpired, which caused life to course through my veins again, was one where I tasted death where I felt more alive than I ever have or ever will again. It was the moment where I noticed flying above me, a beautiful pair of butterflies, dancing without a care in the world, unaffected by the screams of dying men. It was in this brief moment of tranquility when I realized that I needed to break away from this destructive niche I have embodied and give value to life. I have found that creation is the farthest thing from destruction, and would like to let this idea speak though me. ...