Treasure

I know it's been a totally different life since the moment I was given out.

I can't deny the truth that some of my friends were born with silver spoons, and most of them couldt whethe have fun everyday and worry abour their hair is too short or clothes are out of fashion. Actually I don't care about those appearance things but the chances they could have got before I was born.
Ummm... I envy them sometimes; sigh for myself always.

I'm the one who likes to compete with others so that I can prove the only ability I have; prove that I'm at least better than other people in one area.
But somehow I feel myslef lower than those who have more chances than I do.

Hey! I sigh, but I'm still striving for chances that I gain myself. I believe that chances will become treasure through the hard-working and the efforts.

Well... Did I make myself understood?