The sun goes down, the stars come out, and all that counts is where I'm bound, because it finally dawned upon me that I'll never capture my dreams, if I don't take it to the extreme. My knees are weak, arms are heavy, I'm nervous even though on the surface I look calm and ready. Success is my only option, failure is not, so here I go as my shot, realising that this could be the only opportunity that I've got.
I've come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I'm going, and I've trained myself to love it. Because I've found that only when I'm in mid air, with no landing in sight, I force my wings to unravel and alas begin my flight. And even as I aviate completely blind, I can't shake this overwhelming feeling that wherever I finally make my descent, is exactly where I'm supposed to be. As the winds carry me to distant places, one thing, and one thing only is certain; never before have I so purposely and wholeheartedly chased my wildest fantasies. Who knows, I may even catch them.
