I often reflect on my life and the demise of the world and it brings me to certain conclusions. It will never be as it once was and therefore I am too a different human being. My focus now in life must be survival and tolerance. My skin must grow thicker than ever before if I am to sustain both my sanity and self-preservation. The past is now my enemy, for it brings me to a longing I musn't rely on. The present is my daily challenge in which I either perservere or diminish. The future is the uncertainty that haunts my very hopes and dreams. It takes me to the reality that is now my nemesis.