The Machine

I’m on the verge of shutting down and when I do, there’s no going back. It would probably take me weeks to turn myself on again. And when I do, it’s like I was reformatted. All the bad files erased from my system, completely. Never to be recovered again. Some programs may be reinstalled. But some, I may choose to install no more, perhaps because they would be just clutters and never to be useful. They would just eat up space and have me work in slow motion. But then, I thought to myself, I could still do it. Work well even when I'm carrying some virus that are impossible to be deleted from my system.  I still have to function. Because shutting down could mean surrendering. And I won't ever surrender.