I have come to accept the feeling of no knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you. Finally you never have to lose your hope. 
This is related to my life from all sides except what my heart wants, it is constant, maybe if I achieve what my heart wants, my wings will become stronger and I will know my goals and reach them with that person that my heart wishes for , I found my hope, reassurance and safety only in your beautiful eyes, the lovely willow tree is my only hope, wish and aim.