If gloves are likened to initiative, then white gloves represent the initial pure motivation at the outset. As time and environment progress, mixed with uncontrollable external factors, they become tainted with chaos. The weighty inertia easily suppresses thoughts of action, yet this does not hinder other white elements from appearing to support the soul along with erased time, indicating that changes are underway. The budding of personal energy is evident, but control over the 'sense of time' is still lost, with every moment seeming to slow down. Repeatedly sketching the golden ratio, self-doubt during the pursuit of ideals is unavoidable. The soiled gloves are pulled in all directions, encompassing the struggles along the journey, the tug-of-war between moving forward and retreating. 'C’est La Vie' embodies being amidst chaos and turmoil, learning to coexist with and reconcile oneself, preparing for the next challenge in the process.