I sit on the edge of  of a cliff of life,assaulted and battered by poverty.I cannot go back into life as the wolves of want have driven me beyond the highest forms of resilience.I am contemplating of sliding off the cliff of life and glide away to the uknown.To a place where rabid hyenas of want are never permitted.Iam wondering if life has anything to offer me except a bowl of shame and degrading impoverishment.I wonder if this life was meant for me or I donot know myself so as to punch the right codes and notch my way to stardom.Who am I?I am I a misfit on this land?

On the otherside,there is one individual whose wonderings are to do with so much in everything that he thinks life is unfair to surrender him to the teases of plentifulness and agonising pleasures.He has but one worry..that he has so much  and has no way of getting rid of thes too much bounties of life.I stand bemused and in complete bewilderment.What is this,I ask?

Seeing that I am not a quitter,I pick myself up and say by to the cliff.The act of running away from hardmoments  is for cowards.It is not for the brave like me.I share the same spirit like the prince of morroco in shakespears merchant of venice."Make an incission into my skin ,"he says,"And see he whose blood is the reddest and he whose blood is the reddest is the bravest",he concludes.As the bravest I have gone to wage lifes wars and see you at the top!