"I once picked up a beam of light. At sunset, I returned it to the sun. I knew it was not my sun, but for a moment, the sun did shine on me."
It was just blocked by layers, leaving only patches scattered on my face. I wanted to gather it together and stuff it into my heart, but it was the sun after all. It was too hot and burned several holes. I couldn't keep it or stop it.
Purpose: No one's life has to be glamorous, nor does it have to be worth millions to be considered successful. Ordinary life is just as wonderful.
