Waking up in darkness, in that womb of comfort and security, and finding courage to get out to that very light where one is exposed, where one is all alone. Tormented by fundamental fear of death and falling into the cycle of decadence, you wake up every morning and take four cups of strong black agony upon your dreaming mind: to explore, to learn, to create, and to become. Outside that dark, but familiar womb is the freedom unbounded, so go explore, learn, create, and become for you, like coal, will be blown into ashes one day. Giving into thoughts and doubts, days were wasted on covering the crown of our head and drawing the arrogant heart on our chest. Giving into temptation of lasting happiness, we searched for stability and security of someone else’s shoulder, but found only vulnerable bodies and desolation inside the womb. After all, all that is left is our hands and legs, and few decades before we turn into dust. Yet, still, every day, when you open your eyes bright light is most painful; every time, when you open the curtains in your room sunlight hurts the most; and, still every time, we are born sunlight makes us cry. Here is your life and its unbounded freedom, and here are your ashes.