What is human but a miscellany of emotions, with all its ecstatic highs and miserable lows? But a ball of fire captured in chains of steel warning to burn all what's around it, eating it up all no matter a paper or a vast forest. In this article I want to speak about the most elegant form of human existence, the beautiful soul that is capable of molding these emotions into a beautiful work of art like clay, a work of art called a human. Such a soul does not fear facing the animal-like savage of its own emotions, such soul has the ability to tame the wild like the lullaby of the most heavenly voice tames a lion. This very soul does not ignore or leave untamed that lion, but charms it to be a friend of loyality. It is like candle light that reaches the ends of a darkened path guiding whoever is passing by to its warmth and humble shine, and I have seen it translate into humanly expressions like a maternal smile brimming with care or a shy glance of pure child-like love, that shines your way till you die.
