I'll never be ready
And also flying is a learning process. Butterflies don't come out of the chrysalis ready to fly. They take time to get used to the new body. With no choice, they arise from the chrysalis totally different, and clumsily they try to crawl, to flap their wings, they just face their new condition without the chance to grasp to their caterpillar bodies.
So I realized that I, as a human being, was grasping to an inexistent self. Society asks for clear goals and plans and to fulfill this requirement I've tried for too long to develop them.
But now I’m ready: no clear goals, no plans. I just know that I want to spread and awake love and compassion throughout the world. I just want to do my little part on saving the world.