A big head but a small body, fluent in his thoughts and straight forward in his attitude. A lookalike of Jacky Chan, the famous movie star. Fine hair faintly highlighting his eyebrows. His voice gentle but firm, with the sweetness of a manly touch. Sings like a bird sitting on the tallest tree letting the breeze embrace its solitude. Arms and legs with the might of a wrestler. From the plains to the mountains this story begins. Of a man who wants to be himself and only him. The quietness of this humble human, the silence but only an invisible cat walking around him, meowing occasionally; making his presence sensed by the folk neighboring him. His crippled body and an injured heart, all it needed was some support and a balm to cure. As he climbed the lofty highs, with time and space changing its state; his heart seemed to bloom like a rose awakening from a thousand years’ snore. And his voice spoke with grace of the lost and found. From the noises came through a music of the soul.The long lost rhythm of breath took its natural course. The journey of the lost and found had begun. Opening his treasury to humans around him, flushing out ideas a lay man would have about life and its doings. Understanding of the sentence lived in despair and vacuum turning into a mountain covered with lush green. Metamorphosis of an old snail shoved into its shell from a caterpillar to becoming a butterfly. The definition of beauty unleashed in the most subtle way, defining every part of it meticulously. With the energy of a leopard and the appearance of a deer; with the soul of the mortal and the heart of flesh, from a flicker of hope to the flame that could burn down; in the direction of something anew in the ancient trail of life. What comes beyond is the newness kept fresh with the old left to die. Towards the end when life turns to dust, it’s the clock ticking backwards and the turning of a dried plant into flowers. This is the story of a man finding himself in his story of life.