I have come to accept the feeling of
not knowing where I am going. And I
have trained myself to love it.
Because it is only when we are
suspended in mid-air with no landing
in sight, that we force our wings to
unravel and alas begin our flight.
And as we fly, we still may not know
where we are going to. But the
miracle is in the unfolding of the
wings. You may not know where
you're going, but you know that so
long as you spread your wings, the
winds will carry you.