LIFE is SURVIVAL

So I stranded in a remote island with some friends, which we were in the plane together and the plane crashed. We were lucky that we still alive and in one-piece. The island was however didn't have any people living in it, but I noticed there were quite a number of wild animals that any of us human don't even want to imagine living together with them in an island. Life was hard enough to survive, as I never had any survival experience in this kind of situation. So at first I only ate leaves, then eventually I gained more skills and started to hunt for my own meals.

Friends become strangers, at this point we were like barely knowing each other. I didn't talk much, only when it was important. I think more than talk, of course on how to survive day by day. We became the most selfish a person can be until at times one would steal others' hunt. Or even sabotaged you so that they can feed, instead of you. This story about survival is NORMAL on screen, people do make them every time; movies and reality shows. Apparently it is NORMAL in our reality itself. I purposely told it as a story as a metaphor to my life. A challenging life for an introvert person like me. Because look strong from the outside, but very fragile deep inside. My life is like a long journey of finding myself.