As I’m writing this, I am trying to convince myself that everything has its own unique beauty that need to be discovered, either in the way God created it to begin with or in the way that it has been influenced by the surrounding. The same thing applied to our life. I mean, from the moment I woke up to the moment I walked out of the bed is the whole mental fight before anything could happen during the day. I suddenly had been struggling with moving on day by day. It had been the weirdest things that I found the emptiness and meaninglessness of being. And as I am trying to walk forward from that period of life, I started to seek the meaning of beings and non-beings in my daily life. Surprisingly, we have so much power to give things its very meanings, from the non-existing to the fullest existence. It thrives me that life is very self-sustaining. And so every morning when I wake up, I better decide life, as a living, is beautiful and I must seek for it to happen.