Flee with dreams

It's a battle. Not really correct on the whole. It's invisible and without any tangible arms.

I am inevitably involved in the battle which everyone else should participate in their counter parts. The battle is anavoidable though it may be different if I leave my footprints in another place. Comparing to the adversary, I am so dwindled. However, I have tried my best to strive like a real man and keep my requiring dignity. The battle is still on and I could almost anticipate its ending.

But to win is possibly not the best result, since the price I should pay is too tremendous. While I compliment myself in the illusion, I almost hear the words in my mind that I actually lose myself. As a man, I should keep some fundmental basics at all time. It might be unfortunate to fail the battle. But to defeat the opposite at that should be much more unfortunate.

It's more and more clear to me Whereever I am, there is my related battle. And I should not necessarily win it at last. When the battle is not worth for the despicable adversary, to flee may be the best choice. It's not a shame but victorious not just for the future.

There are not just two results during a battle. I have the third. That's to flee from one field, develop another and win.