I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when I'm suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, we force are WINGS to unravel and alas begin our FLIGHT. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of our wings. You may not know where you are going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you. -C. JoyBell C.