Since my heart is determined, days are meaningful. Five years passed, I have had times passionate, joyful, and aggressive. Road, now, it leads to nowhere, the really tough time is coming up, I don't have any preparations. All sorts of bitterness, darkness, coldness, painfulness following along the way that I can't resist. Everytime when I focus on my goal, I have to make my endeavor. Knowing that only he who can see the invisible can do the impossible. Nonetheless there is no fruit on my plants, that's why I feel so helpless and desperate now. All the signs showed me that I was in the beginning, if I was going on, I will be the same. Unless I changed, or give up something for gaining something else.

Man never feels enough, he who is content is giving up. No matter what comfortable words said to you, it is up to you that to go on or not.