The beginning of my memories about this life is my crib in my parent's bedroom, an open window the gentle rustling of the trees. It feels like some kind of comforting peace which is unexplainable with words, because my mind was yet silent and I was just a sensing presence. I felt no guilt, no shame, I was just a pure soul. And since then, I've manifested many experiences, which were supposed to make my soul grow, both things that hurt my soul and things that blessed my soul. I know I can become this sensing presence again, with the only difference that my soul is now mature. I am not afraid to lose anything, because I am sure our souls will meet each other again and again, so we can learn from each other, to find ourselves.