when the spirit is sagging and when thought reverberates back to us.And long cherished dream seems scattered in the front of eyes.We have still something in us to fight , any of these perilous situation. The tool is embedded deep inside our cognitive memory.Inheriting itself from millions of years of our survival. something still in us which make us alive , make us feel warm , help us listen to ourselves and explore our own path.
surely ,the world will be new again and the fog will break its way out into the glorious morning of life.where you have all sheds of colors and everything to cheer about