I have been through so much in October since I became 20. I do value the duties on my shoulders and observe the convention of manhood. With the weather having gone even colder, I shall surely straighten my back and embrace the incoming storm. I am perfectly aware that at this moment I am young though, yet meanwhile becoming old, obsolete and forgotten. Either to perform or to perish. It's sad to accept that. Being a man, to me, is to cope with the time being. If it is the disguised brutality that prevails the world, performing is the only way out then.I