Yes, life is hard but don't let it make you hard. Be as soft as you thought the clouds would feel when you were only five years old. Do you remember this? Do you remember who you wanted to be back then? What made you give up? What made you give up on all your dreams? You became this hard, unreachable person and I know that this is not who you are. This is not who you want to be. I hope you will search for yourself again. I hope you will search between the sunflowers, the pages of your old favorite book and the echo of your talents. Be warm again. Be as warm as the passion you threw away once (and which you will find again, I promise).