A little tiny thing called life

   I'm pretending that I am just out of eternity, and am seeing who I am far from a distance. The first comment I've made is what a little tiny thing called my life is! I am encircled with a very limited boundary: a territory I am living in, the things I would know, people I could communicate with, the world I could perceive, and lists are going on. And I am beginning to wonder I am too tiny to be recongized as a solid form of existence. I don't have to recognize myself all day long except for a moment of a light before the wind. Time comes without any notice. I am enhanced to reach somewhere I have never been to before with my eyes closed. And I am trying to expand up to a level that I don't belong to. I am not distingushing myself from the one before. I am just gathered to become one.

   It looks like a scene from some type of imaginative movies. But it works for me. I am able to contain emotional deliquency and to touch a safe and sound mental status after all. Of course, there are many other options available to get along with self.

   Life is meant to be interpreted by myself.