At the riverside where I meditate every morning, appears a dragonfly immediately I opened my eyes. With an admirable calmness, it perches on the tip of a grass with a broken stalk forming a triangle. Its wings stretches to the sky at first, then it flaps. Somehow, it feels like a messenger sent to tell me something. To tell me where the future lies, if I live above self-doubt. Above my fears, I will fly.