Was staring at the sky, looking at the clouds floating by. Life is like them a lot, where nothing is permanent, and we are being carried along by sequences and events. Sometimes I wondered, how life would be like without strings attached, without responsibilities, without cares, without worries. To just pack up my bag and go wherever I longed to go, like the clouds, float where the wind carries them. Tempting, is it not?
What would you do, when your dream becomes hazy, when what used to seem so clear now becomes a blur? What would you do, when life threatens to discourage you, by giving you obstacles by obstacles, and you have to fight until you're tired and weary?