So Freakin' What!? (Part 2)

First speech: literature class
State of mind: philosophical; excited; eager to make a good impression

Wardrobe: a polo shirt, khaki pants, and a pair of clean, white sneakers
Title: Gladiators

Life's never fair, cliché yes, but true. It never stop s pelting us with rocks, boulders even. Its waters treacherous, its waves fatal. And plunging into it, without the necessary defenses, chances are, you will just sink.

And before you know it, society’s piranhas have already ripped you apart. In the long run you will be swept onto dry land defeated, broken, bloody, even lifeless.

In this day and age, it is imperative for an individual to toughen his nerves, sharpen his claws and thicken his face for him to get through. In a society where life is so fast-paced and competition seems to get bloodier, one must know how to play life’s games, attacks should either be aggressive or subtle; and a person must know when to hang on and when to let go.

Otherwise, you will be lumped with other outcasts of the society. I was one of them; angry, bitter, depressed.

Just like in ancient Rome, we are the gladiators, problems are the lions and life is the arena. Some are doomed to fail as a consequence of their weaknesses, while others succeed because of sheer steadfastness to triumph.

That was the story of my life, the description of my existence. But that was then. With the crises that I have surmounted and the predicaments that I have hurdled, I emerged triumphant. Better, in every sense of the word.

(Sidenote: Dang! It sucked bazillion times more sucking power than a vacuum cleaner! Gawd, and oh so mushy!)

(to be concluded…)