23

Time ticked. And it was suddenly another round again. The round that I hope would be different. Would be exciting. Surely, it is mystery to be unfold until it is another round again. 

The thing is this is a funny age. This should be the era of important thing yet they are little, daily victories that, I believe, will slowly get me there - the place where I hope I should be. Surprisingly some things, some people, some place become no longer as crucial as they were. Unexpectedly those which get smaller, closer that now matter the most.

I have also seen this: anything I have now may not be permanent - it is always easy to be taken away and it can always change. By the force of nature, by the force of trials, even by the force of the unimaginable. 

But for these 22 rounds, He has never changed. He never fails me...

Life is a warfare. What you win is sometimes (or maybe most of the time) is a lost for somebody else. It is a battlefield - we are all granted with one giant chunk of gift that we kill each other to get a part of it. Often we get greedy and we want to have more parts that may mean, there is less for others.

It ends when you leave this battlefield. But that also means another warfare for others who would want to win your parts in this chaotic, unfair world.