What is unique about me? What do I truly need to feel happy? What am I truly grateful for? How true to myself am I? Where do I get my strength? What is my dream? What separates chaos and order in my own life? What defines me the most? All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? Why do I exist in this world? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. This world may be fading away as well as the fire within us but wait, from the sweet breeze of the morning sun, to the swaying of the lovely flowers, to the chirping  lullaby of the birds, to the setting of the golden sun, waiting for the bright moon to shine and the stars to twinkle up above the sky, I love everything in this cruel yet beautiful world. Life is beautiful a midst the storm of darkness.. Where there is rain, there is always a rainbow..  And I exist as I am, this is enough.