The key is to let go of all the keys. And wish that one day you too can fly like a carefree bird. Freedom will surely happen. How and when, well that is not assured. But definitely some day the slate will be wiped clean for fresh beginnings. Like morning dew, freshly created tinkling on leaf. One day, do not know when, but soon enough life will shine through. Life will emerge - innocent, bright and full of light. Wait and watch. All the ill-happenings will get shaken off. The grudges will find way to acceptance. Such is life. It finds its way. Always. So be patient.