When normal work resumed, I found myself sinking deeper into the competition against time. The race had never stopped since ten years ago whereby I had yet to take lead for once.
I dug my own grave and buried myself deep inside.
There were many things I could have avoided, which were redundant, except that many others would definitely be benefited, of non-essentiality.
I found myself lost in front of the pending pool of desires. Perhaps, my greed had wrecked my entire life, trying to take control of everything.
Watching too many heroic dramas took me a tour around the reality pleaded me to come round.
In my deepest concussion, I know for at least someone out there would be smiling, for somehow my foolishness could have made a difference in improvement, or as a minimum, worked as a humour.