
Life is just like a journey on a boat,
the moment we get inside it,
we just don't know where are we heading to,
when is the end of the day of our journey.
We just keep looking ahead,
keep looking ahead and praying hard,
that our sailing to the Neverland is going to be exciting,
just wonderfully amusing,
but not letting you down.
There might be some climax of your life,
where you know you are engaging yourself into these,
and you're scared,
but feeling excited.
You're scared that you couldn't bear the pressure,
you're scared you couldn't bear the heightness,
right when the boat is going up the Hill,
the Hill which you could hardly see the culminate.
When the cloud has faded away,
now you can see clearly,
where you are, exactly.
"Hey.. wait a minute.. I'm at the climax now, am I?"
Right on the next second,
the boat has gotten you to the lowest point of the sea level.
You just hardly breath.
You wanted to,
but just couldn't manage to get any air.
You're suffocating..
to death.
I need some fresh air now. I just don't want to be alone. At least there's someone who's sitting behind me, on the boat.