There is a wish behind every fear. I think whether I fear or not, and then, I find that I wish desperately for something. As it is winter now, I wish to call in spring to help everyone feel the warm wind, the moist earth, the blooming buds, etc. Furthermore, I wish to show them the hope that every life would sprout. Because I wish so desperately to awaken them of spring, I fear that spring would not come. Ironically, because it is a fear coming out of wish, I may find the wish in the fear. Because my wish is so precious and valuable, I am determined to value my mind that much. Every pleasure and pain occurs because of me, so I decide to be an owner of my mind.