Oh, How I mourn for my lost youth.

Looking into the mirror, I saw the weathered face of an old man. So very frustrated and sorrowful. Yet a bit funny.

He is leading an abnormal life, like many others. He wants to change his situation, but he could find no way.

He always want to succeed in life. But things always turn out to be unsuccessful to him.

He wants to make a million dollars, but ends up in debt of some thousands.

He should be sorry for himself and to be frank he is.

...

Such is the pitiful image of my very self. A failure in every aspect.

And to make thing sadder, the youth is already long gone.

Can I still make a difference and pick myself up.

I sure can, if only I am willing to make great efforts.

That's to say, greater efforts than many others.