Sunrise, that beautiful bright light flashing from our windows with charming bird tweets, is one of the core happiness, excitement, and moreover the symbol of "Hope". I, as a child and a young teenager, morning light was one of the most touching moment in the day. What life is waiting ahead? Am I going closer to my dreams? Am I getting closer to who I should be? Even during my toughest days, morning light was always an oasis of hope. Until a little before I turned 18. Everything changed afterwards. Morning light of hope became the light of puzzlement, confusion, and hopelessness. Every morning, especially on clear days, I feel like I am constantly been zapped by some kind of electric weapon forever. I can't wake up until ten to finally resist all of the things in my head. It's almost midnight. I have to sleep. But I have to brace tomorrow for the next sunlight.