Many things are endeared with different reasons in our hearts some bad ones we wanted them to be frozen away some memorable ones we wish we could have drawn more details into All are the choices not completely be controlled of or depend on our mind There are some sneaking in as we passed by A few memory cells perhaps conspired all kinds of little commotions we comfortably refers as characteristics Most of us are not God nor Goddess not monk nor nun We couldn't let go everything What's the point to be human anyhow then We just have to find some way to let go those irritating us some that trapped us Our growing is to constantly making choices whether they are right or wrong doesn't matter choices needs to get smarter so that not to fall back in the circle we could not get out