When I open the closed book of the past, I realize I have come so far. Life has taught me so many lessons and, those lessons have made me a better person. We all are breathing differently. We all are looking at the world differently. We all are living but differently. I can write poems and proses about my ''past,'' I was not happy at some moments, I was crying at some moments, I was celebrating at some moments and, there were some moments when I was wondering who I am and where I am, though I still get those moments of ecstasy and woe. Those same feelings feel so different now haply I sense them for some contrasting reasons. It's mystifying to think about how time helps us to grow. Happiness will always remain a noun but, life will give us different moments of bliss. Love will always remain a word with four letters but, life will always give us divergent moments to feel love. And, in the end, we fill ourselves with these feelings of love, happiness, pain, and sadness and, then we will leave, we leave our existence to experience a different world.