I cannot remember myself, sometimes I look at the man in the mirror, not familiar any more. This man, has been laughing without constrains and spreading tears onto the ground, has been betrayed by his closed friend, and understand what “real contempt” is. This man, is smoothing his sword, and is hoping that he still remembers it; this man, is getting known some trial things, from what they call “transfer learning”, and is always fight inside his heart. This man, has so many dreams, and also know that only dream is daydream. Can this man stand up?! And let you know who he is, let you see his true character, though still in low standing. You can say millions of time that you are nothing but ton of shit, you are losing face to everybody, while inside you know that you are the most valuable and strongest one, if you want.
You can do anything, and it’s time.