Sunday, after the war

The soft morning breeze of a golden autumn day, reminds me the importance of being alive.
The gentle leafs that still hold on to the trees underline the importance of grabbing to the things one believe.
It is so beautiful to be able to hold on to what we believe... to really have a plan that goes beyond the mere circumstances of the day.
I imagine how many people shatter their dreams on a daily basis due to their surroundings, to the people whom they had deposit their confidence, and now for  some reason they are unable to move forward to what they had dream.