In an age with so much opportunity and choice is can be overwhelming. Social media allows us to see so many people who are living their “best life” and it can be intimidating; especially when you are not living yours. I always think back to my Oma, who was born into this world as a bastard child in Nazi Germany with red hair, she suffered throughout her life and died believing she had no self-worth. In this poem I honour her life and her hardship and the regret she never was able to see her own potential. My Oma’s legacy is a drive for me to find and use mine and to make my life as fulfilling and happy as possible. It’s never easy though.