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.
– C. JoyBell C