Then, out of the blue I heard a voice which was gentle and calm as before the beginning of the fierce war. From nowhere, the whispering voice said, "It's hard to choose what to say before speaking, but still my actions are the reason for my rebellion, so you should also follow what you desire, not what other desires. Maybe I'm just a pure form of desire of a tiny soul which makes no sense, but still I follow the spark of life."
I sounded like an escaped route when I said with a loud beating voice, "Mr. Nightingale! You can easily pour out what you want to, but as for me, I can't be the fairy of laughter and do what I desire, I've to do what others want me to do as I can't go straight through people of different league."
Then the nightingale voice said, "I should tell you if you choose to be impulsive then your impulsive move is nothing but just a boiling emotion of your fallen dream. Life is made up of countless choices and every choice leads to a different way. So why not walk into the room filled with bright morning light?"