With a vacant stare

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     A sudden shower at noon made my mind so clear and comfortable. I carried my son to school on my bike quickly for fear that I would be drenched with when I got here. It is only too natural a day for me to share with others.

    I read JANE EYRE by Charlotte Bronte this afternoon and I was impressed with her attempt to advertise for a job as a tutor, in order to run away from the choking atmosphere in Lowood. She successfully got the response and was helped by her friends and even Brocklehurst, who was in charge of the institution.

    Sitting in my office and looking out of the windows, I find the sky bright after the sudden shower. Seemingly there is hope beyond the sky. However there is not even a weak flicker of hope for me. A serene composure of mind is all that I want now.

    We came to the world, with some missions to perform. Nevertheless I just don’t know what the missions are. Frequently my ambition to find something to live on is thwarted.

    I am nobody but a failure, so often accused of nurturing a belief in nothingness.