These are the stages of my life. I once have a normal and happy life during my younger years. There are hopes and dreams and optimism that I would get what I wanted. Problems came, sorrows and grief. I waited for them to go away but they stayed, lingering, eating me, destroying me. I fought and fighting a good fight. This fight is relentless, one adversary after another. Morning is still far away. I will wait until I feel sleepy, lay down my arms and slumber in defeat, into oblivion I go. It has been a privilege and life is still worth living.