Some time ago this very dark, twisted image came into my mind - a person being strangled by brightly-coloured balloons that take him high into the sky. Recall the Greek story of Icarus, the man who made wings out of feathers and wax, and flew so close to the sun that his wings melted and he perished.
Ambition kills us sometimes; sometimes you grow so blinded by the threads that hold together your success and your dreams that you hardly realise that those are the very threads that tighten around your neck and threaten to end it all.
And so the hypothetical voice of reason responds, "Cheemz sia. Wah lau why you so angst like wan to die die liddat?"
Errr... no idea man.
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