tick tock.

For every choices that we have made, there are price to pay.

Not a choice can make everyone happy, we can only keep the dissatisfaction to the minimum.

We placed our living time as the mortgage in exchange for experiences, but are we gaining them equivalent to the time we spent?

We're not as young and lovely as yesterday. I talked, but if I didn't do it, what's the point?

And in the end, those who succeed in life are because they're ahead in steps. But am I? Maybe that proved my failures.

When one thing came down, there are price to pay. You'll be looked down, laughed at from behind, or criticized. You will hear them directly behind you but you just can't say anything nor defend nor explain yourself.

You can do nothing, but to taking his advice, to keeping quiet, to prove you are better, the next time... Maybe that keeps one going. Maybe that kills one too.

I... feel the stress. Don't pick up if you cannot sustain. But if in order for you to move forward, picking up is the only way, thus you have to choose what to give up. Then it loops back to the first question.

I hope I made the correct choice. I'm not superman.