Lets say you're in the middle of mandai jungle.

You're

• waking up at 4am because a thunderflash exploded (something like a flashbang).
• rolling and crawling around in the mud (which feels the same as nutella chocolate).
• pissed off because your boots are soaked ankle high, FROM THE INSIDE.
• not showering
• not brushing your teeth
• not taking a shit (yes, i didnt shit for 4 days)
• not sleeping , because 1) your tent is wet and soaked with mud, 2) you're afraid that your stuff will go missing, because 'ninjas' come and go.
• not eating well
• doing push ups on a ground infested with fucking tiny rocks

mmm, lets imagine that, does that sound good to you? Sometimes i ask myself, why the fuck am i putting myself through the pain, through this shit. For who? for what? why ? Well, i dont fucking know.