Sometimes, the events of life takes such a heavy toll on you that you somehow forget who you are... You are so busy and stressed out, trying to meet the demands of other people such that you totally lose yourself. You don't know who you are anymore. You don't know what you are doing anymore. Who are you? Who am I?
I really wish that life could be simpler. I can only wish.
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"whoever does not have the stomach for this fight, let him depart give him money to speed his departure since we wish not to die in that man's company.Whoever lives past this day and comes home safely will rouse himself every year on this day, show his neighbour his scars and tell embellished stories of all their great feat of battle These stories he will teach his son and from this day until the end of the world, we shall be remembered. We few,we happy few, we Band of Brothers; for whoever shed his blood with me shall be my brother and those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they hear of how we fought and died together"