In life, you will need to dream big to soar high. I wish I could say I'm soaring high in the middle of achieving those dreams.
Sadly, I wasn't flying upward. Instead, I was plummeting to the unknown. Who knows? I might get lucky and find myself getting something I'm not expecting.
With Nirvana, I could only make a guess. It was fun trying to figure them out. But eh, lately, I just went along with the ride. There was no point in resisting. The more I say no, and complain, the more I get into the deep end.
Closing my eyes, images flooded my mind. There was one when I was but a little, innocent little boy, prancing around the house, wearing my father's shirt.
It was a fun memory to remember. I had wanted to be like him someday. I recalled mentioning that to my mother. She laughed, pulled me for a hug, and said father would love to hear me say that.
But my expectation became the opposite. My father said I should strive to become better than him.
