It's me against the "body"

It's a clanky body, overused and yet over-pampered.

Rubbished with too many stupid conditionings, it wants to be dead. It wants to be left in the grave or it wants to be burnt and achieve one with nature.

Not yet body. Wait. I am sorry I treated you like this. But I believe I can use you for something more. There are more pain than pleasure along the way. And I guess that's the way it is. It's either I let go of this, or push forward.

It's ironic, my ego tells me to push forward. It's the only thing that asks me to push forward. Does it make sense to push forward due to something that is so fickle-minded and inconsistent? I need to rethink of this.

All that I am right now is mainly governed by my ego. My anger, my motivation (or the short of it) my MBA, it's all because I want to show the world that I can be better than them. It's Mr Ego. This is wrong.