Standing on the stage where the audiences were hidden in the dark, as the light was so dim that we could barely see any, except for the spotlight which was shining on us, making our eyes went blind. Funny feeling it was, as if we are the items on the display shelf of the higher ground, where many can see what we do and who we are but not necessary us knowing who they are and what they do in return unless they are outstanding enough to show up under the same spotlight. In the current society of ours, we have different positions and grading; where people compete with one and another in order to climb to a higher ground, where many look forward to be at the higher position, where most of us think that we are at the top of the world and no one else can achieve what we already have. As we go higher, we tend to see nobody in sight, not exactly in the sense of we look down on the others but us prone to ignore what they have to say or have in mind, whereby we need a middleman in order to keep the two parties connected from time to time. On the other hand, we are often being judged by the visible and invisible, as there would always be the criticism does not matter what we do or how we do it, since there are the differences in perspectives and views. Anyhow, it is the spotlight which would determine us on who and where we are; to do so, we need to stand out among the crowd, to be on stage, be it in the sense of physical appearances, mentality or capability.
