In every forest and amidst its grandeur of towering trees and glistening leaves, there is a shadow cowering from the fears of the unknown. To every child's innocence and him exuding a flood of happiness, there is a certain naivety that blinds him from the cracks of this broken planet. And in every solemn truth which we take joy in, there is always reason to doubt and to wallow in melancholy.

We all do need somebody to love. And when we seem to lose that one thing, we fall into shambles. A void of grueling torture, grilled to our skin and bones as we cuff ourselves to our regrets which we cannot bear to let go. We all wade through the mud of despair and indecision, an accumulation of our sorrow which we have callously discarded into this junkyard and when all hope seems lost, we end up swimming through the pile of thrash, seeking refuge only to be greeted by refuse.

Refusing to believe is easy. But believing that there is a way out is not so. We all focus on our difficulties and casually ignore the benefits in life. When God gives us shit, there is always a plumber out there waiting for us to call on him or her, to clear that mess away and bring new light to the meaning of "at peace".

And we can never forget that. Just keep holding on, at least to the naive belief that time will heal all wounds. If not heal, then at least make up for it with new limbs and beginnings.

Because life is a miracle and fate a cruel play on its destiny but hope is always the protagonist to our misery. Don't let it go.

So as we climb out from the shambles of our own train wreck, looking for what we have lost, just remember never to give up and fall back down to where you started from. Keep climbing. As hard as it may be, you will make it past your sufferings one day.

Just believe and trust in me.