It depends on the times we've created for ourselves. Times that were given to us to mould our today. Times that we smothered and deliberately put into several molds. I know. My fault. But I see now that the equal platforms are no more. People are haywire in life to build better times with everything they have. While I lay here shattered. I seek company. I seek confidence. I seek a way to move forward but all I can see is a fog. The rubbles of my own making blocking my way. Clearing them up is no easier task. But I for one never thought about the comparitive degree. I thought of a different word altogether or just flipped the sentence according to my convenience. They don't like that. People don't like it. Because then they can't determine who's first and who's not. They can't determine who's right and who's wrong. They can't determine whom to follow and whom to swallow. We do this for who? Many have asked this. They come up with terms like