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 we are suspended in mid-air, with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unfold and begin our flight. And as we fly, we still do not know where we are going. But the miracle lies in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you are going, but you know that as long as you spread your wings, the wind will carry you.