To be able to see afar, must we learn to fly high? Standing at the top of the ruined castle, getting ready to fly but it's a bit difficult to brace the cold wind. The world seems to be unperturbed with my struggling within. To fly or not to fly, nobody seems to be interested in such a mundane quest. However, it's a decision that can determin my destiny. Will my friends share my load of struggle? Will they understand my dilemma? Or are they facing the same block?

In our life journey, we have countless encounter of such points whereby nobody can see the future. Ironically, the more uncertain the future is, the urge within is to anchor onto an answer. The wind might be cold, the decision is hard to make; but, life continues. The journey must be travelled though the destiny is still bizarrely blur. The calling is distant but it is there.