Flying Seed

Like a flying seed that stuck in the wrecked pot, doesn't matter how good that he has prepared to be a tree, if he never touch the ground, there's no chance to grow. I'm a seed that getting ready to fly. Where am I suppose to be, what am I gonna do? They ask me, I ask me too. I really dream about the big tree, strong and stable. But in the same time, I dream about the wind that will blow me as far as possible. Going and seeking for the place that I can root. I wanna go until I find, or die. No-one can tell me that such place is exist. There's no answer or guarantee. If I don't lose it my wings, in any way, I will fly. Coz I wanna start not stuck.

empty of mind

Most of people spend most of time in the process of thinking more than doing....I am majority....always think about tomorrow..the schedule..to-do-list..the destination.....always confuse what is priority..it's always change..depends on mind..feeling..and other else. I wake up with the hope every single day...and lose it on the way home...till night..then.....go to bed with an empty...again and again.