Think of the night
My life can be resume in this sentence: "I can't do the things I used to do". Because of my body, every day is gradually hard for me. It's hard. I struggle. But, it's like a big stone. It's so big, it's so difficult, day after day...I struggle. I have to become more intelligent, more strong, more wise, like the way of the samouraï. I know it's impossible, I won't never became a real samouraï or a real warrior.I am not young now.But I struggle. One thing by one thing, I have to continue to struggle by myself.Even if my studies are missed.Even if I feel so dead in this body.The dead don't afraid...