The human. A misunderstood being.

We humans are such complicated and mysterious beings. We are the embodiment of hell and heaven, perfection and disorder, the bright sun and the charming moon. We are art creations, well made, with many retouches, shadows, lights. We are exposed in a gallery of life and experience, feelings, achievements and time that radically transforms us.

Emotions come from our eyes, from our bodies that radiate lights of joy, sadness, pride, etc. They are visible on the face of any person around us, hidden behind our eyes, in the words that our mouth utters, through the movement of the body or through the shy smiles.

Sometimes we are neutral, as if nothing around us matters. It's as if the world is something trivial, of no importance, that changes our atmosphere. These people are locked in dark cages and protected by their minds and hearts, wanting to stop giving importance to life.

Some of us are happy and full of life as if nothing bad will come upon us. We see things from a better, brighter perspective, forgetting the dark parts of them. Indeed, this feeling introduces us to other soul galaxies, where we are puzzle pieces put in the right place and time.

The mortal life that is given to us is like a complicated labyrinth full of ups and downs. Sometimes it leads us in the wrong direction and totally different from what we want. It's like a misunderstanding came up in your story, something wrong that ruined all your plans.

But this is not always the case. Life also comes with positive things that charge our memory. I can say that these are important memories or moments that should be carefully put in a secret album or diary. In one way or another, they are the essence of our lives, more precisely the seeds of a ripe fruit.

Life is a heavenly gift, but also the opportunity to experience and discover so many amazing things.

In conclusion, people are mannequins with souls, who breathe, live life to the fullest, experiment, change their characters and appearance, soul, etc. Memories are kept in special drawers in our minds for the rest of our lives.

We are born, grow and mature at the same time, become adults and eventually grow old and die. It is a life cycle of all beings and also of fauna.

The only exceptions would be mystical creatures in books like the immortals. But these things are part of the legends of thousands of years ago.