Sometimes I can't fall asleep in the middle of the nights staring at the window and thinking of the out-world what I could imagine, " what is truly meaningful for our path of life's" . Is it just like a flower? Grow, bloom then the end or the eternity of the mountain ranges, the sky, stars behide the window. Yes we live, we grow and we die just like that flower but the mind of youth can be endless. We keep changing, changing and improving day by day. Mr. Passion won't come today but surely one day you could find him at the end of the road