Windy Monday

What a windy day, with greeneries around him and looking up at the vast sky, he realises that it's not a clear day today. The sky is not blue, but it's decorated with lots of white and fluffy cottons. The clouds slowly float away, changing the sky scene every now and then.

With a heavy heart, he trudges on, moving slowly but steadily, carrying the hope that he will see rainbow soon. The clouds continue to float away from his view, while he continues to keep going. The wind still continues to blow, but it doesn't blow his troubles away.

Alone among the geenery, he sighs. He tries his best to stay positive, telling himself that things will only get better. All things can't stay inertia all the time. Things that fall will rise again. Likewise, things that go up and one day fall, and may fall real hard. He heard from a wise man the other day: "I was born to live. All living things are born to live, and since I am born to live, I wanna live a happy live. I wanna do what I love doing, and not to follow the norms blindly."