Cruel Truth...

I went to support this friend this afternoon, who registered in a gaming competition. His hopes... to win a PS3 or a PSP. He braved an hour's journey to get to the competition venue, and waited for two hours hoping that he'll be picked for the final competition. But he wasn't. Not even getting his hands on a game controller to compete. He was blast. He was sunk. He was angry. He felt wasted.
Hopes, dreams, things that we like, beautiful things - these make us high, like on drugs... Until the bubble bursts and harsh reality sets in, like the pitch darkness after the glory of fireworks... But still, we continue to bang our heads against the wall, hoping that there'll be a rainbow behind it...~