Dear Mother Earth,
Miracle appears in this real world in the form of unselfish deeds from the bottom of the hearts. However, why does every of your children who longs to create such miracle has to survive in such a weak body or under a stormy life cirscumtance. And, why are there always evil and selfish hands who would put off the very single ray of miracle having just flared up in the dark stormy night. Sometimes, when looking at the image of myself reflecting in the mirror, I feel that I am not strong, confident, and determined enough to do something that my heart told me. My dream is so simple but gigantic enough to overwhelm my tiny heart. I find myself being haunted by it every night. I am not affraid of it but the fear and the anxiety of the illusion that I would abandon my dream and fail the test of time. Please, mother Earth, protect my trembling heart from my dark self and from the temptation of this world. Thank you.