I finally made it out of that race in which all of us were fighting to catch a breath and get some fresh air. You got to watch your back because a gigantic army is ready to replace you if you flinch for a second. "Swim or die", some people say. So I swam until I got to the shore. Here I lay, exhausted, surrounded by people who think they need to rescue me because I look fragile and weak, as if they've never been there before. "It's 4.10 a.m," someone says. The night is still young, yes, it's just the beginning. I breathe on my own and that's all I need. Bring it on, throw your best punches at me, I made it out of the race, I'm ready.