They say they say

I knew my end was near the day i became a no one in my own eyes. Human beings have a weird quality of believing things as true if they hear them more than a couple of times... and I for sure carry this trait of the human race. The truth after sometimes just ceases to matter and gets twisted out of proportion. What is left is the imaginative lies... And how does this affect us?... well I used to pride in being a very intelligent and strong of our kinds... but then when did I turn into this weak pathetic creature, cribbing at every possible opportunity... I dont know but then this reality has hit me hard in the face, and I have two options.. either I crib about the whole change in me or just start thinking in a logical way, not on how did it happen but how can I get back to the same old self i took pride in... The fact that I was able to acknowledge this change is a positive sign as it says that i still have hope... hope of survival.... survival in a world where the weak are reputed to get extinct at a pace that seems just a made up figure...