I do not know what live mean of theories is. All I know is realities.
I see how humanities live in reality life.
They fight, cruel, and work in war every day. They have prepared their super guns. They planned a map to reach finish line. They kill thinking, and go running the days. Some of them keep each other to live, or only watch their dying on their road. Some of them will cry, or laugh for enjoying their war crash to fight again. I see that they get up and down in their ways. I see that they climb and fix ways. Some of them will remember God as own savior from the first time, or middle time, but most of them will remember it on time. All regret will be automatic following. Some of them work for nothing. It seem mostly impossible dream to come back home.
Some of them walk in a half life. Even build the best security, but they have to walk faster that before. I see their bleeding hearts, which have to shoot or shot.
They have to use their last chance faster day by day, because times seem too short every day. Day has left its options which have to choose.
Sorry does not a regretted to say. It comes by its own ways, and seems dangerous to face a reality, which changes to a victory or a history. Some of them sometimes become deft, or blind because of their facing crash. They are in war at day up to night. Sometimes, only a photo desires to back home. Only kids are honest. However they may kill their father accidently because of their time. Father was very busy. Mother will cry for all the tears.
On the other hands, The Winners told me who are not as a hunger and thirstier now. They see new world in peace and its beauty, which only someone in God will survive, and get their line finish. There are no another way.
I always do not feel someone who stands next to me because of busies. I was busy in other wars.
Although all is up to me, it will be my choice.
I don’t see anything better than it, aren’t you? It makes me feel love to fight the world war, so never give up for my black and blue.
Well!.. shall we?
-nindi-
