Even though the world is similar every hour, every day. Even though the burden on our shoulders is hard to stand, we’d better be good to ourselves. Under the dark pressure, we’re easy to assume the worst. Sometimes the world appears grey, indifferent and even evil in our blue eyes. However, it’s not nearly that bad. In fact, we’re easy to get satisfied. Hardships never ramble anywhere. Happiness comes through the door you didn’t know you left open. What we need are quite simple. We like a gentle breeze, which blows slightly, getting our hairs to float in the air. We like clear stars, blinking their eyes against the velvet darkblue curtain, telling us an ancient legend.