What's the true meaning of life. I know I am too shallow to ask this profound and sophisticate philosophical question.

A young lady right in her splendid youth, what's all about this anxiety? And what the hell does it come from? 

I have no idea.

But at least one thing I am sure, I am not happy.

Blind happiness is never what I pursued. So are fake smiles and blank eyes.

People can see the horriable blankness from my eyes, from those words bursting out of my mouth. Comepletely wastes. 

Those fake smiles greeting hello to the outside world, are these genuinely coming from my bottom heart?

Appreciating others and being gracious and grateful should be nourished from the virtues which deeply root in the nature of any individuals..

What I see from the objected circumstance is a reflection of my inside heart.Finding beauty in everyday life-through my own eyes.

Knowing what I truely interested in is the most difficult part. My spiritual world is like a vast desperate desert.Nothing I can live on.Nothing I feel like devoting into for the rest of my life.

I am not completed.

I am a common girl, leading my own mediocre life. No ripples on the  mirror-like peaceful surface of life.

But under water, I wish water could flow as it likes. That'll be meaningful.