Being woken up early in the morning by the alarm clock shows that I am still alive.
I think this way, so I don't hate the sound of the alarm clock, but I always need some time to fight with the other guy with horns in my body, that annoying little slacker!
I have my own understanding of life. I feel that I am very courageous because I am alive and dare to live, because living requires more courage than dying. Since I'm alive, I don't want to spend most of my time sleeping, because life is a responsibility. I have to be responsible for my family. I can't be like my brother. Between life and death, he made a choice first and chose the easy one, but left the difficult problem to me. Perhaps, he had thought of me when he left, and he must have wanted to say, "Sister, just let my brother go..."
So I packed my bags and hit the road. It's not that I'm braver than my brother, but I have no choice.
Since you have no choice, then live a more exciting life!
Under the sunset, my back is very long, and very proud...