What do you think of when you see a feather up in the sky?
Do you think it is drifting to somewhere it belongs?
Or do you think it is drowning to a land that it should be lying?
Life is like the middle of these two.
We are floating around the world in search for new things, people, and places. But we cannot always decide where, who, and what we would really end up being in or with. We could determine part of our life, but it seems that we just can't really choose it fully. Even when we have so much power to make the decisions by ourselves, it seems obvious that we might be startled by the very fact that life is so easy and tedious.
Well...
Life has started itself.
We have to keep weaving to make it better or worse.
We have to savor the goodness from the badness.
We have to make ourselves a part of it.
And soon, it ends by itself without telling us when and why.
