I remember when I made this, I was just in an emotional wreck due to my schoolwork, personal stress, loneliness and drama with my parents. I felt like I was falling apart slowly, as if I was slowly forgetting who I was and what I wanted in life. This is how I imagined my situation was, my hopes and dreams as balloons tied up to an unmarked street sign pointing to nowhere, blankness, emptiness. As if it were left behind where no body will find them. Just waiting to either pop up, burst out the remaining air inside and die or someone who'll pick them up and show me that it's not the end of the world yet so I can still live and dream. It's sad for me to look back at this, but I cannot force myself to be happy all the time just and simply brush off my troubles. I need to be able to handle these emotions in front of me and take care f it like a man. It is in sadness and pain that we actually feel alive or to feel in general. I am not simply happy to whatever life gives me all the time, but I am thankful for everything it has. Without struggle, there's no improvement at anything. To live an easy life does not make me a better man, but the pain does.