I give up hope on finding love, as if there’s any to begin with.
Sometime I feel the world could only allow a certain amount of love exists. Like a train in the rush hours, I don’t think I will find myself a seat on this train.
When father was teaching me the concept of wealth, he always told me, “clogs to clogs is only three generations; the curse of God rest on idleness.”
I was seven.
"What if I am not good enough? Am I gonna be the one who begs?" I asked.
"Time will tell," Father said with this dark-humor tone.
To me, at the time, that was far more horrifying than the skeletons in the closet and monsters under the bed.
And till this day, I am still afraid. You witness the rises and falls of people and can’t help to wonder who will you become someday.
—The Last of Us
Can you be the last of us?
I took this almost four years ago in Toronto. That time the camera on the phone was a joke. But somehow I enjoyed its low quality.
I finished “The Last of Us” and bought myself a “SAS survival Handbook” - time to workout.
He is a God-fearing man.