I observe young high school students’ daily lives in the gloomy corridors and classrooms of a public school.
They are mostly children from poor families.
They know they have a tough life ahead but they try to assume that life will be a mystical place like fragile dreams in a so called, relatively sheltered school.
They try hard to have positive blooming feelings to carry on and pretend to act like they have hope for future.
They do this by radiating positive energy like enlighted shambalan monks.
