Who I want to be?
Why am I living like this?
Is it really I want to do?
Am I here really? Is it really what I decided being a kid?
It is that time of life when time questions you everything you are on. Whatever you do and whatever happens to you. No one else makes more fun of yourself than your time itself. It keeps laughing at you every time it overtakes your will, your dreams and especially your commitments. After all, time likes to win on you, tell you that how ordinary man can be against it.
What are you left with then?
What is it that can bring breadhing back to life?
What does make men keep going?
No matter how hard time chases you, it can never be stronger than your spirit. You can lose your path not your intensity. You can be hit hard by time so hard that you become addicted to wounds. You will lose your fear of getting hit. Your wounds will convert into shields protecting you from further damage. Slowly your frustrations will become your valuable experience and add to your endurance capability.
Struggle of time and men can never be separated. It's a cat-mouse relationship. The more it is intense, the more life becomes memorable to others!
