Back when we were just little kids, we fought hard using just pure brute force. Our fists, kicks, headbutts and any attack we could launch using out bodies. We don’t work out much but just relied on our natural strength.
When time pass by, some of us chose the path the adults made for us. They found ways to strategize their next move and began wielding armours, weapons and sharp wits. They began seeing thiss fight as a war rather than a way to bond. Soon, we were split into three divisions that shows us our rankings. By sheer luck some managed to enter the top rankings, and others at the bottom.
I stood quietly by the sides, seeing how the higher-ups scolded them and compared those ranked bottom to us top rankers. Sure, they were horrible fighters, but they were incredibly bonded. In my division, I saw the silent chaos spreading and taking root within the hearts of the people. They formed groups, gossiped, cheated, bullied, etc.
Despite the corruption, I still hung on strong. My heart belonged to those lower ranks while my fighting spirit stood amongst the clusters of strong fighters. I took one step into adulthood, so as to get by the confusion, but maintained that childish heart of mine.
This is the the way I see STUDIES.
