I live with the sensitivity of my heart rather than the wisdom of my mind Anne Fine, my beloved writer, has inspired me to think more about children, their hope, their fear, their need. Children are always these angels in my heart. I promise myself to have my heart and my soul closer to their heart, their soul, their beloved and funny gestures, their innocent word, their laughing and their crying...My soul like a child now. I feel no envy, no fear, no angry in every moments of my life. To tell the truth, there is still a seed of unforgiveness in my heart. However, I do not feed it with negative thinking. At this time, I found myself living with the sensitivity of my heart rather than the wisdom of my mind. It could be a problem in a competitive society if I want to defeat others in orther to earn my living. But, I have not been regret for living that way. I used to spend so much time writing about my disappointment, my uncompleted dreams and every problems of my life. But, after all, my heart is healed. Honestly, I didn't not try to cure my grieving soul. But, TIME played its best role as the most effective drug to cure my broken heart. From now on, most of my writing will be lighten up by sensitivity ( as usual), love, innocent ( like children), care and understanding.