Cold as snow, hard as ice, tough

To be or not to be, that is a question.

With everything piling up on me,it is just unbearable . I used to say that life is a fight, but only now do I really feel the cruelty of the fight.

The strong wins, they are the glory being seen, and they are praised and celebrated.Well,the weak?

——No one see their pain, their tears.

AND, even the strong’s pain is hidden.People love to hear glorious stories, the tiny ones trying hard and finally getting to their goal.But do their pain ever gets recorded?Seen?

——No.

Both fighting hard,the single 2 hours define everything. EVERYTHING.

Alas! I can’t even complain that it is unfair! Far away in the dinosaur’s decade, this selection programme happens!

But why the heck do it has to be in my birthday! I expected it all year! Do they really consume that ‘cause we don’t have childhood we are vain-less painless and tireless?