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…