Tell me…

It’s been so long since I remember when do I first started this journey.

We started as millionaires. They are the people whom I knew makes you rich.

Rich as a person.

We are a group of kids who have nothing but each other.

Rubberband become rings, a mug of tea becomes wine, poor made sausages and eggs becomes fine dining.

Till there is a point, they stop climbing. They told me to keep on climbing and left them behind.

So I did.

I am alone. I broke my leg and my hands are bleeding.

Then, I realize something.

There is no way I could reach the top of this mountain.

Not this way.

I should learn “how to fly”.

But, how does a man fly?

Please, tell me…

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