Ticking watch rings bell in my mind that i am totally legging behind. There is something i wish to acquire in my life. A life of a writer. The writer who is read by, loved and admired by all. But is this even possible? No one can be perfect. Somebody will hate you and your work no matter how good your writing is. Yes, time is against me, i think. But is it really? Time is nothing but a man calculated entity. What i need is to step forward, everybody actually. I know there is nothing special time and place and mood. This life is a journry and there is lots of ups and down. It does not run as we plan. It knocks in your backhead several times. But the most imporatant thing is to never give up and stand again.
My five minute is up. Thank you 