My tea is just over the desk. This is the quiet moment with great joyfulness in the twitter of birds. I thought I got up very early, surely, I woke up at five, it could be early. Actually, I was waken up by those birds, they had already perched at trees singing outside. Then I found no reason to stay in bed. After the jogging, I washed up and now embrace the brand new day.
Every day there is a story, I am the writer of my own to depict. I'd rather like being a tireless and studious one who can always conceive enormous legends to recount as a storyteller. There, over the land, could be nothing else but a blank volume in existence of void. Nobody would warm me up, but I still have to ignite the fire in my heart. Find out the great passion is a tough task, while keep it in tremendous enthusiasm is an arduous journey. As the individual, one has to be that strong enough to conquer both outside and inside world.
The hope we wish to realize is somewhat lengthy. Sometimes there is no direction to seek elsewhere. We probably wander and hesitate to decide if it is necessary to make further step. But we still have to pack up to go forward. Not sure whether there is a golden mine beneath feet, it is just there. Why not put away the anxiety and lock up mess, then just march forward by arming the torch by paving the way for the possible destination.
Good and bad memories make up the whole life. We recall the past, analyse the present and long for the future. I am thirsty for the venture since I am so ready.