What Could It Be

After many days’ search, the phlegmatic soul has made up his mind going down the road next to the ice-coated silo. Baby cattle seemed to enjoy sunshine and the rare blue sky above the horizon. I bet not many of you have had experience wading through four seasons during a day.

It was one of the most magnificent and eventful journeys I have ever had for many years. The Rocky Mountain is surely a gorgeous attraction, let alone lakes, frosty trees, and animals along the way.

I felt like being toasted out of outer space, looking down the oblivious quietness simmering in a cauldron of intertwined love and hatred. What could it be? My long lost memory, a souvenir carved by calloused hands of dear parenthood. I suppose it is never too late reflecting upon one’s inner self and let conscientiousness lead the way of enlightenment.

With the newest of the newest waves, my entire spirituality has no longer dwelled on someone else’s testimonies or criticism. Believe it or not, each word and act unleashing from every one of us would more or less have impact on someone around us. Accordingly, the higher social economic status one possesses, the greater responsibility he or she must take upon during the course of life on this earth...