A thought that triggered this question. What is the hardest thing that you have ever done? Is it keep believing? Seeing the way people come and go through this temporary lives?

When you smile
You do not smile alone,
For the flowers in the fields are always smiling.

And when you sing,
You do not sing alone,
For the birds, the rain, the river, and the wind also sing.

When you laugh,
You do not laugh alone,
For aren't the children always laughing?

But when you weep,
With a weeping beyond tears;
When the heart weeps,
It weeps alone...

This poem depicts the heart that not only 'sees', 'feels' and 'knows', but does so in a manner which more profound than all our other experiences. Dreams belong to the heart, agree? You would find the beauty of dreams if you don't lose hope. Dreams are divine gifts to the heart, well, at least and such gifts come only when the heart is healthy, sound, innocent and penetrated with faith and love. Dreams are either medicine for the heart, or windows to the heart that allow us to see our own inner feelings. Chin up when you feel down because life is not about the end, but life is a given chance that is authorised for you to seek the light at the end of the tunnel. Every single beat in your heart symbolizes that chance. Don't waste.

Oh! this what happened when you are in camp doing 'guard duty'. Gross!

F.