I always read every word in the world until I understood them. But never understood the actual meaning of each one of them, the profound words, the history about all of them. As an adult I am understanding finally some words like hope, anxiety, fear, love. All of this seems so meaningful, as a quest to understanding human language and human emotions. And understanding ourselves. We are all of that: hope, anxiety, fear and love. And that makes us beautiful and worthy.























