I believe we should write a nice word every day. We should be able to find at least something nice that happened for us to keep it there, near our dreams. I´m sure there must be something enjoyable in every day we´re alive. Otherwise, what did we come here for? Why didn´t we vanish at the first tinge of sadness? At the first grey word we were given? At the first tear we shed? The fact we can´t find anything moving around does not mean it isn´t there. We may be using the wrong glasses. Sometimes I feel like saying “a flower will do”. I just hope for keeping the skill at finding the flower every day.