Beauty is in the effort put into small touching moments. Truly magical and sometimes overwhelming. Converging like floating magnets on the still ocean. Like the reflections from the rippling waves mirroring the milky-way. This is life as we live, searching for that soul-beacon to reinforce our path. Yet I am unnecessarily hesitant. Fear of rejection and persecution by the confused grand master puppeteer. Therefore fighting theinsecurity has to be done, through a beautiful gesture where no words can explain the meaning and reality becomes dreaming. The true meaning of giving. Give and never expect anything in return.