Sincere smile, slightly wrinkled eyes. Wild hair and some scares in the arms. He did not come from chaos nor war, he is not sinked nor lost among the wild. In contrary, he has found himself, he has found gratitude. Yet all this search and discovery of peace has not gave him wise ease. He is still a confused child, a child of the stars. Maybe time will guide his sights, into a place where a perpetual smile will let his soul rest without bile. Maybe time will just teach him that peace is just an illusion of those who learned about the beauty of life. Whether it might be true or false, one shall keep going in the voyage of one thousand miles, for the search of something as rare as peace is glorious for the rest of anyone’s years.