It’s been a year since I’ve got Brett Anderson’s album, Black Rainbows. Last night I got it out of my cabinet and put it in my player. When I was listenig to this track named “Unsung,” my memory about last October came along with the stong too. I was really hopeful to the possibilities that might go with my new job . The optimism inside me sounded just like the opening drum beats of this song. However, this optimism has been under a serious test and has been shipwrecked for countless times, and now I received it again while this song is playing. I guess I am ready for a lot of unknown things: unknown confrontation, unknown conflict, unknown misfortune, unknown stupidity, unknown immaturity, and unknown failure. But I think I will know more about my readiness when these unknown things actually happen. I am still hopeful for the future. I hope to soar like–not just like a love song as Mr. Anderson says here, but like an airplane that has its own destination to go. Wish me good luck, and no air crash.