The search of the apparent
Many happenings had have arrived and this the same story happened for the third time ( I believe ) and I don’t want to be defeated again in the fourth occurrence , for it happens again for the last cycle it would be a draw ( but I aim to win this battle – the last one standing is me ) .
I expect nothing so I receive the same way, now I realize to aim the right one. For many times I was drowned by injustice. The trial is not fair. Being blinded by these notion I noticed and realized that I was messing around the wrong premises.
Life is how the way we live it. Though people inflicted hatred it is how we respond from it , we may see it as the way to convert the pain into gain of something cannot be turn into dust.
The revolution starts from within .