It's a good thing I suppose? Since Os are over.

But anyway, I don't really know how to put this in words...

Have you guys loved to do something so much that you can't bear to give it up?

Loved it to the point that even though you know you're not born to do it yet you still give it your best to prove others wrong?

That you gave it your all, your everything, pushing harder each time you fail?

When you fall, you don't believe that it's over and keep picking yourself up to try again?

Until you delude yourself into thinking that you can actually be good in it?

But that was when you actually had the motivation. A goal that keeps you going on. That flame that leads you in the dark.

When finally at the most crucial moment, everyone doubts you. Even yourself.

And all evidence show that all these weren't meant to be and as much as it hurts, you still have to face facts?

Even through all those tears that you shed, you can't change a thing?

and even though hard work matters a lot, talent does too. As well as fate.

After feeling the pain, the anger, the hurt, you end up being numb. Unfeeling and emotionless.

You lose all the motivation to work harder, to push yourself, to prove to others, to prove them wrong. Because it's hopeless. Everyone judges. Nobody actually understands. Well, at least they don't try to.

Life isn't fair. That is definitely something I've learnt through all these.