Dear Diary,
There are times when we don't feel best of ourselves or maybe there is the least times when we will feel best of ourselves and rest you are just lost in the chaos, chose of work, chaos of love, chose of finance, chose of everyday life and if nothing than chose of silence makes us suffer. in all of this it is very rare to see where you stand, a hazy image that you just choose to keep looking at, and time just keep flowing with goods or bad, sadness or joy, frustrations or peace. time just pass, so does our lives, days after days month after months and than its been 55 years or something, when we realize all that chaos was actually wasn't the reason of blurry sight of ages instead those were the colorful pieces of crayon you had to paint that imperfect yet beautiful picture of our life which wasn't clear enough until we paint it with our own hands.