As I look back over time, I find myself wondering what I went through. Actually I've been around so long, and I was scuffed and bled only to have so many grievances within my heart. I really acknowledge those painful jabs at the tender parts of my pride, but turning into late 50's, I decide not to resolve them. That's because those made me realze that I have only slipped into the wrong room in the beginning. Without those, I could not have been here too. That's why I can be who I am again without any embarrassment at all. And whatever I am to anyone, and whatever they speak to me, I'd be here through good and bad times, and I can respond in the easy way with no difference in my tone. All I want is to laugh at the little jokes thinking of what I would enjoy together. And those smiles I get in turn, makes me celebrate every moment I can share. Even while feeling pervasive chill of this winter at the rising sun, I'm also appreciative that I'm nothing at all. And at its going down, I would be grateful too that, as if I were a part of it, I would not stray onto the path of heresy again. Without forgetting his hands and arms, the day would come fluttering back again. And even if I should ever go even today, it would never be goodbye, and I believe that the one who put me here would bring me in another unbroken continuity there.