Or what we can do to be the first one? It could have happened for you all to experience the feeling of being second person.
First you should be not shy .being shy is a bad feature can make you out of the game
Second is being smart. Having felt your rival, you must design a better plan that you suppose he wants to do. Therefore you must know your rival as the back of your hand.
The third is being sure he hasn’t done anything yet, and then you apply yours.
The forth depends on conditions and circumstances .totally you must be aware of everything in a competition. I wrote it because I lost a love challenging. I hope you never experience it.
Good luck

A young man asked Socrates the secret of success. Socrates told the young man to meet him near the river the next morning. They met. Socrates asked the young man to walk with him into the river. When the water got up to their neck, Socrates took the young man by surprise and swiftly ducked him into the water The boy struggled to get out but Socrates was strong and kept him there until the boy started turning blue. Socrates pulled the boy’s head out of the water and the first thing the young man did was to gasp and take a deep breath of air Socrates asked him, “what did you want the most when you were there?” The boy replied, “Air”. Socrates said, “That is the secret of success! When you want success as badly as you wanted the air, then you will get it!” There is no other secretthe secr

Sometimes I feel pain in my eyes and can’t beer any more tears. What should I do? If the challenging of love lasts years, if it has problems, if it needs power to encounter hardships, I’ve got to tolerate and stay. Should encounter and

have patience and go on the challenge. I use power of love as the protector for my uncontrollable heart and also, I want him to protect you and increase your power for the hardships come to you. If you forget even to open the window of your black bricks room, go to that notes written last summer. Maybe a word of hope was written. I gave my heart’s sigh to fall breeze. Each black bricks of your room are incarnation of that sigh, one by one