A lonely…vulnerable…beautiful…red rose The first thing we would be tend to do is bring it close and smell it… We take a deep breath in and try to inhale its scent… That scent is the essence of that rose… It's what we can’t see It’s what we can’t touch It’s what we can’t hear You might want to grab the rose… But before you do… you watch out for the thorns, to avoid being hurt Those same thorns enhance the whole image of the rose Those thorns protect the rose from us… imposing

What if … one day you just wake up?! Just like that, just as if somebody shook you so hard or even slapped you on the face?! All of a sudden, you open your eyes and you feel like you’ve woken up from a long monotonous dream…a dream we call 'LIFE' You start remembering the different emotions, challenges, the different obstacles, the experiences and all the trials that Life has offered you. After all the flashbacks, the pain, the joy, the excitement, the sorrow, the courage… yo