when the wind blew

i am about to embark on a journey i have never planned. a sudden decision brought about by a gush of wind which may never again pass. like a leaf, i may choose to let that wind take me far from my tree, or i can hold still and let it pass. i love the tree where i belong. the tree which has embraced me from every storm. yet, a fruit will never be a tree if he's afraid to fall hard on the ground and rot. roots only grow when you're borrowed deep in darkness...alone. and i know nothing will make them even more proud than for their fruits to be trees themselves.

may His light shine upon and His rain of blessings grant such wish.


“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
-Mark Twain