My OperaWednesday, October 30, 2013 9:59:30 PM
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.
