I have since had the maturity in me; I always looked up to having an ordinary life. The expected life I desire to have is like everyone else. Being regular my belief in this life. Sometimes, what I seek most in life is the hardest to attain. The essence of my dream of ordinary life was never meant for me. I often witness the world's life and compare it to me. Why am I not them being normal? Occasionally, I talk to myself about the prerequisite of being ordinary. I see the beauty of every soul's familiar, yet mine has always been like a wave to swim off or the edge of a mountain to be tripped off. I always feel uneasy every day I wake up, as something awaits me. A magnitude that is too high will reach me, and it will be a question of my endurance in the end. I have been tested, divided, pulled and squeezed. I have lost all the energy of myself, and the very last I had was my heartbeat to remind me of my life. Come to a point, the ordinary life I craved never materialised but took a toll on me. Time passed by with days and nights of me understanding my life breakthrough. I needed to know who and what I am for in this life. If ordinary is not my gift, then what is the unseen beauty. I walk to myself to figure out the unseen beauty, knowing something is inside me beyond my awareness. To apprehend who I am, I knew I had to embrace the pain of life.

It was the first step where humans tested me for how much agony I could take. I was always on the frontline to face anything against me. I am cover for many souls who act me as defensive. Dividing became a sector to puzzle the reality of righteousness and practicality. Love and heart in me were used for many conveniences. I was assured that a loyal group where is comfortable and pleasing. My senses faded, and I could not recognise the truth and the false. Everyone in a corner tells me to take a path, yet why does not everyone show me one equal destination of life, happiness? My thoughts and beliefs are pulled in every direction, waiting for a snapping point. An action that was always expected of me, and if implemented, disappointment awaits me at the end. Squeezing was the last field where I was forced to never do anything for whatever occurred around me. Being static, like a doll with no emotions. I had to erase all the feelings and define fate to satisfy the world's desire. It was the pinnacle. My hope was crushed, and I knew nothing was left in me. The suspense and the atrocities I could not take anymore led to a fire flaming in me. That fire began the unseen beauty of an ordinary soul in me. I was burning myself for the last sacrifice to peel off the immortal power in me. The power I felt in my fingers feared the humans, yet I admit to using it for the righteous and guarding the hearty souls. Suffering is never a route, yet if the route ventured, ordinary, never give in.