When we are young, we believe in true and good and beautiful. These are innate quality of our heart. It is natural. When we grow up, it's seems that it is getting harder and harder to stay natural. We love children, since their faces remind us the precious memory and qualities we used to be. Maybe you miss the innocent self, maybe you hate the hypocritical adult life. Maybe we escape facing the unfavourable past and are eager to remould an ideal self for future. Bygones are bygones, the futures has yet to come. The present is the gift of life. I am learning to face the true me, no matter lovable or unlovable. I hope I can get the support from you.