?Being young in South Africa is kind of a bittersweet moment. Bittersweet in the sense that many youngsters are not equipping themselves for the future. Many do not realise that in no less than thirty years, most of us will be in ministerial positions, being CEOs, slowly taking control of the economic wealth and raising families. They need to realise that their consequences will die if they do not change their lives for the better, but there is hope. There are those that have realised that a certain generation is slowly being replaced by a younger one. There are those who have taken up the responsibility of building a bright future not only for themselves but for their future generations. Those young people have also given me the zeal to yearn for a better as a young person in South Africa. I was born in 1992, during the times of the referendum, the imminent start of the township wars and the creation of the co.za internet domain. My siblings were already approaching teendom and on the verge of becoming some of the first black learners at previously white high schools. They were the first to experience a multi-racial atmosphere in its infancy. For years they would tell me about all their experiences, and I would listen intently waiting on my opportunity to be a teenager. Fast forward to 2007; I was already here. Grade 8 was the start of a new life for me, and in those five glorious years I made sure that I partake in whatever activity possible. That gave me the confidence to trust my own skills because in whatever I took part in; I succeeded. From sports to literature, I excelled to the best of my abilities, but sometimes in life you stumble at your highest point. One of the biggest ills of being young in South Africa is the over-abundance of opportunities, resources and chances; which is often accompanied by procrastination and not having the will and drive to pursue your dreams. I experienced that before, because I used to tell myse