A moment of loss.

Are you running away and hiding from your life's unpleasanties?

No matter how far you run, it'll tail you and haunt you down. How about confronting it? Taking the sword and facing the dragon.

I can't explain much about the 21st century generation of youths. Maybe technology is to be blamed. Creating a line between introverts and extroverts.

You might be the benchwarmer. Not because you want to become it so. But then fell a PSP from above. Everything changes. Tables are turned. You now want and enjoy the PSP, more than you want to be in the game.

7 out of 10 would turn deep into the PSP, instead of the current ongoing match (also called life). The other 3 puts it aside, remains focus to the game, waiting anxiously or patiently to be called in.

And eventually 1 out of the 7 is called into the game. Dumbfounded, realizes that the PSP is a waste of time, a killer of hope. He's been too into that game console, he forgets the purpose of being part of the game. In a state of unpreparedness.

Running away. Running away. Hide. No matter what, the game is still on.

A killer of hope.