I think our name has turned out to be a curse for me! I, literally, do nothing these days on the one hand. And on the other hand I want to build an impeccable life just like the beautiful flower above. Not only simple but also something perfect. I know after I decide on which way to walk I will do the best of it. I just can't decide, even think about it. Hard work isn't the one that gets you older but the instability and anxiety. As days pass they grow and grow and become an elephantine burden on your shoulders, and make your head hard to carry. I miss lots of chances by a neck or I don't even want to run after them. I guess stumbling at the dawn of a new beginning is inevitable. Hope it will come to an end soon.